Don’t dare to delve so deep, dear child, into the dark woods that you cannot find your way back… The woods are green and glorious, yes, but the woods are grim and ghastly too. The tenacious woods will trap you within themselves, closing in on you, climbing up your very toes, causing you to tumble… Continue reading The Wild Woods
The road was lit in a wild flower frenzy - a fray of ferns wayward and hapless, yellow trees rose in a tumultuous melee with battered rocks fragmented and strewn like shrapnel. Crisp cracks housed the dust in the grey concrete; dry buttresses boasted of mossy branches; browning bushes sneaked up suddenly like bandits, as… Continue reading The Wilderness
The Mountains watched as the Trees conversed, on a scorching summer's day, about another Mountain now submerged, and become a turquoise bay... How battered and how ruined most Land, how filthy and how dead the Seas, how uncertain does the Forest stand... will someone hear their plea? The Mountains watched as the Trees conversed, on… Continue reading Whispers of the Trees
The Mountains talk of the world, then shed mighty rivers - reminiscent, reproachful...resigned... © Isha Garg
Azure sky; diamond dews resting on green leaves like jewels; emerald moss, turquoise river, reflecting the ruby sun’s fiery glitter! Dazzling hues, a total seven - mortal Earth’s bridge to immortal Heaven! Dark blanket of the enveloping night, with silver and gold dots shining bright - drizzle your sapphires on me from the cracks of… Continue reading The Kingdom of Nature
