The hypnotic blue
of the sky,
of the sky,
hiding nothing
yet enclosing everything.
The gleaming orange
of the fire,
born as a tiny spark
up to taking on anything in the world.
The blissful brown
of the earth,
the mother of life
not giving away from the burden of our feet.
The spell casting white
of the full moon,
uncompromising even with none in company
except darkness.
The radiant red
of the dusk's sun,
giving generous warmth
in spite of its inevitable down.
The genuine transparency
of the water,
taking the color of whoever accommodates
yet retaining its virginal transparency.
The elements of nature themselves must be a part of Nature's pedagogy, it's way of telling something about leading a life. Nature, which we see, touch, hear, smell and even taste but rarely attempt to comprehend its intrinsic sense, the sense which is unadulterated, perfect, pure and COLORFUL!
