Wednesday, February 23, 2011

"The plummet leaves ...and constructive thoughts “

I discover irresistible this time of year; the breezy brittle atmosphere, the humid comforting colors, the squashy yawning sunsets…moreover let’s not fail to keep in mind the leaves altering colors! Fall is presently such an unlikely time of year.

As I was walking through my surroundings the other day, I took in the leaves altering colors, diminishing charmingly to the earth, and then the crunch of the already fallen leaves beneath my feet. How beautiful they come out to be on the stem—and still as they came gliding down—however terrible, sad and crippled they looked after being compressed upon on the ground.
Then it dawned on me…human beings are no dissimilar than the leaves. I know I know….you all think I’ve finally lost it. But hang in there with me! Picture a maturing leaf in the spring. So new, pure, filled of life, and a talented outlook in front of it; that little sprout is like you opening out in the world—bright, guiltless, and full of prospective.

Now move on to the summer when that small bud has developed into a succulent green leaf. It’s confident, positive, protected, and thinks it’s going to hang everlastingly. Nobody can bring this leaf downward.

At last fall pull in. There’s alteration yet again in the air. That little leaf start to change color…after all, all the other leaves are doing it, so why I am left out? “This change isn’t going to harm me…I’m still as burly as ever, and I am not going anywhere!” the little leaf, once a rising green now a warm yellow, declares.

But rapidly, somewhat starts to change. That once mild summer breeze has moved on, and a strong cold wind with a bite to it has taken its place. It becomes harder and harder for that little leaf to stand strong and to hold on to the branch keeping it off the ground.

Just let go!” a reddish-brown leaf shouts. “Look at how liberated I am! I am not held back by anyone!” the auburn leaf shouts as it’s carried off in the strong breeze.
The wind grows stronger and stronger, and our once green leaf grows weaker and weaker. “Well, why should I resist? Look at how free all of those other leaves are. What’s holding me back?”
So finally, the little leaf gives in. It let’s go of its strong branch, and leaps into the wind’s current. “I’m free, I’m free! I am an independent! I should have done this a long time ago!” the little leaf shouts as it falls and falls, rejoicing in its new freedom.

But suddenly, the little leaf hits the ground, landing on other already fallen leaves. “It’s just a set back, that’s all” the little leaf tries to reassure itself.
Day after day passes by, and the little leaf remains in its alike gloomy and lonesome position. It had long since lost its once green, vibrant color, but now it was even loosing its warm yellow color, and was turning brown and drying up.

Abruptly, the little leaf hears a crunching sound…and another, and another…the sickening noise getting closer and closer to its position on the cold, hard ground. *crisis*
The little leaf that was once vibrant, green and steadfast now lies on the cold earth alone, lifeless, and stepped upon…the change was not as beneficial and satisfying as everyone said it would be.

I have a query .shall we stay as a green leaf eternally? Shall we remain confident, positive, protected, and believe we are going to hang up enduringly. I suppose we be able to if we are assenting .Acquire confidence and faith in ourselves .visualize that I am a well-built green leaf. In disaster don’t get disappointed. Don’t convert our selves weaker in any position .if crisis arrives, right away think that we stay lively and unwavering everlastingly.
In conclusion I like to tell u one thing that is I be fond of revising me and my living into an energetic, green, rising leaf .what about u ?
Thank you
Sindhu joy