The clouds crowd the sky. The green pastures begin to shine with joy. The clouds are about to bring water. The water the plants trapped underneath the earth have longed for.
Life, growth showers onto the ground in the form of a thousand droplets. And the earth turns green.
And one day, the clouds disappear in thin air.
The greenery continues to live. And continues to keep alive the pains of the clouds. Continues to be indebted to the clouds that churned all the water in their bodies - so that the greenery could thrive.
The clouds are the parents of the pastures.
We are all pastures as well.
(The picture above has been clicked by me. The day I lost my grandfather. And I realized that a cloud had left us - and we were green because of this cloud.)
Life, growth showers onto the ground in the form of a thousand droplets. And the earth turns green.
And one day, the clouds disappear in thin air.
The greenery continues to live. And continues to keep alive the pains of the clouds. Continues to be indebted to the clouds that churned all the water in their bodies - so that the greenery could thrive.
The clouds are the parents of the pastures.
We are all pastures as well.
(The picture above has been clicked by me. The day I lost my grandfather. And I realized that a cloud had left us - and we were green because of this cloud.)
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