Certainly, it was one of those spring, when the breeze would blow softly across the meadow, playing with the grass all the while lulling along the trees to sway gently under its wings. It gave a hope of freshness and life anew. It would definitely be an opportunity for the land to start all over again, after a harsh period of icy cold winter. As the meadow danced along, etching the ways of the wind on the grasses, you can feel like eternity is not enough for such a day as you see the cloud slowly calming the sun rays, careful not crank the heat over the notch.
But with every delight, comes the dreadful. Right before your very eyes, the sun rays were stripped right from the daylight as the chilly winds blew in and an ominous cloud started to slowly creep in from the horizon. Unbeknownst to you, all of a sudden, a crack of thunder worked its way into the mirage of the perfect day you thought you might have. And as if the day couldn't get any worst, in came the hurricane, lashing up wildly into the meadow, stripping everything in its path, leaving the bare naked land with debris of a wreck that has been. Surely, the end of the day is near?
Not if we can see the rainbow that hangs over the horizon, across the gentle beams of the sun that would illuminate the sky once again and bring life back onto the meadow. Rain will wash away the pain, and the grass will soon fill the lush, green meadow all over again as the shrubs grew into trees, trees into oasis, and oasis into the strong mighty forest.
It's just another cycle anyway, so why bother right? Let the river run its course, because at every bend, a new surprise awaits.
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