Jaunt

The leaves are reflecting the rays of the sun, looking crystal-like. I rove barefooted in the green, feeling the grass. The breeze gently brushes through, my arms spreading widely in return. I’m soaring. The mild friction brings me closer to nature. I make a beeline for a shady tree a few paces away. Under it I repose and gaze into the distance, savouring the lush greenery before my eyes. What an ideal paradise, I think to myself. The pleasant moment with nature reminds me to be appreciative of life. I compassionate the blind for not being able to take delight in such wonder, the very essense of nature’s exquisiteness. I feel a sudden rush of contentment.