Saturday, 1 November 2025
Majestic Rise
Can hear the birds chirping all around.. the sun donning a beautiful orange robe that deepens with each step.. its so bright orange now.. an ethereal pregnant orb that compels an overwhelmingly magical response.. of hope.. of possibilities.. of joy.. of being invincible.. and of humility.. dont think anyone can remain untouched with this majestic rise.. and we want to pray.. to thank.. to rejoice.. the birds too seem to race across in glee.. showing off their seamless flight.. as they greet each other.. calling out to the world chidingly.. to wake up and be a part of a new dawn.. a new day.. the breeze coolingly touches every part of my skin.. seeking attention.. stamping its unseen presence as an integral part of every moment.. the heartstopping orange has changed to a spreading yellow that defies us to look straight in its splendrous eye.. and i feel blessed and healed.. and humbled and elated.. to be a part of this vision nature paints and serenades afresh everyday..
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