Dreamfactory

“The earth does not belong to us. We belong to the earth.” In the sky-high peaks and goosebumbs giving valleys; in the splashing waterfalls and enticing water streams seeping like arteries; in the crimson clouds and in the coarse sand; in the magnanimous blue whales and in the microscopic creatures; in the freezing glaciers of Antartica and in the burning deserts of Africa; in the bent, blend of seven colours and the artistic paintings in the wings of a butterfly; in the infinite patterns of leaves and insects that camouflage leaves; in the hisses of a snake and in the roar of the Jungle King; in the slippery scales of fishes and in the razor sharp spikes of a porcupine; in the smell of the soil stirred by rain and in the soul satisfying aroma of ripening jack fruit- there is exquisiteness!! In all of it! Every inch of this only hostile planet known to man is filled with mysteries and insurmountable beauty. It is nothing more than mere foolishness of the man to think