Olive

 Nature is tranquil and mild, but sure, she is like the little Olive that wins every spurt by her perseverance. Here, commemorating the soul, beholding the emblem of the infinite and it belongs to him. The power or spirit you believe in, we will experience it too through your essence, through your unknowingly known presence, through you. Your very existence seems the most hypnotising scar. Gradually, your verdant juveniles are engraving the aura like their heart on their sleeves, keeping you breathing.  Let the self be the holy saga, let the way people enchant your name be a hymn, let the divine legacy be conveyed. There's an ocean of hope, holding the little opportunity. One day you'll see, an illustrious tortoise with a jewel-encrusted shell would be dazzling near your window.

Bloom in Grace

Solitude is the soil in which endowment is cultivated. Where generosity sprouts, legends bloom. Bestowing belief in oneself is the shower that nurtures the true protagonist to embrace the storm and composes a new genesis of the universe, for the new cosmos.

Sprinkles of Spectrum.

Our very own day star, perhaps the most popular editor of the precious frames, nature gifts us. Ah! For today let us catch the ocean...Noo, not the one with enormous dihydrogen monoxide and all that, but the great mimicry artist. Yes! Aim the lens above your head, at the azure coloured amber with floating hoar pearls.

Clouds have an enigmatic proficiency to shade various depths of our minds on their abode. They obtain the pink feathery selves to show the playful serenity, white waves as a reminder of our innocent maturity, greyish solemn tears to represent the gloomy melancholy and sometimes they embrace to create the ignited passion...then comes the calm surrender towards the golden twilight and the glorification of sprouting diamonds on the double stocked bluish purple."There was a star riding through clouds one night, & I said to the star, 'Consume me'" (Virginia Woolf, "The Waves").