The colour of the wind depends on which direction the wind blows, as it changes direction the colour changes too. On a wonderful blissful day, when nothing is bothering you and everything seems to go your way there seems to be a breeze, a beautiful breeze and all the colours of the rainbow show. Motivating you to do more, smile and spread the love, there is a glow and sparkle and all the striking colours are present.
Something changes; the blissful atmosphere disappears, the wind starts gushing as danger lies ahead of me. The calm summer wind has transformed into a confusing stormy grey wind. I stand in front of doom as I see the one who brought me into this world running out of the wind that keeps her alive. Suddenly the breeze changes into a whirpool of rough winds, swiftly the colour changes into a dark shade. The glossy, sparkly bright rainbow colours change into a tedious grey and a dull black.
As we toss the soil and exclaim the words, dust to dust and ashes to ashes, the winds of change have begun in my life. I am transformed from being a child into an adult. At some point in this journey called life the gushing wind stops, there is peace and quiet. A slow wind blows again on a clear blue sky, life goes on and the colour of the wind continues its cycle of changing with the times.
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This is so beautiful, absolutely beautiful. I can see the passion is back.
ReplyDeleteThis is an interesting piece, thank God you're back. There is so much passion.
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