The Morning Ragas

you wake up early in the morning, you walk down to the park that you recently aware of. you feel winter cold ness, you fold your hands into sweater, you look at the morning sky,listening to the chirping noise of the birds,your mind is clear without a ripple of thought. there is a geeking noise of ducks in the pond. squirrels running up and down the trees one after the other, and the two must be couple. there is no fettering of leaves. squirrles running here and there, there seems to be no fear in them. you stop to see its beauty and you have a feeling to touch it. one of them come and touch your feet and your heart.Man is still in the darkness, there seems to be freedom on the earth. soon man wakeup and bring the disorder to the earth , the nature will loose its friendly nature till he sleeps, and again there will be a life on the earth till he wakes up. man seems to be only enemy of the nature.he will keep them in cages and enjoys.he doesnt seem to live with its beauty.he strive for permanency, he feel, only he has intelligence on the earth, there by loosing his sensitivity, tenderness. when you loose touch with nature, you loose touch with humanity and so is sensitivity.there are pigeons around the pond. you silently watch them, suddenly they take a strange flight, leaving one or two, take a stand on the wire.there is a unity in them and of its beauty. The pond is so calm without a ripple, and there are reflections of nearby trees. there is a clear sky and morning star in the east of this vast timeless space.