A Letter to Nature : Thoughts folded in Brown Leaves 🍂 Continuing, see previous post. That winter when first arrived, that white mist washed everything and purified. I first saw you among the white mist, purest. And my mind filled with that pure mist, I found you so nice and core. When I saw your eyes I can't forget, the afternoon. I spent the winter in delight. Then spring came, with its mind breezes, I felt the depth. I fell in spring, like the brown leaves carrying untold stories. I felt that core of nature, and you. I was one the long path to meet you on the greatest bloom of spring. I waited, I watched. Then a lot of time spent. The end of May, my wishes. Then the end of June, after exhaustion with some unfulfilled wishes. Then July comes, I again found the bloom. I loved the time, I made paintings, listened songs, found the essence. Then your wishes, I felt the bloom of the month. Then a lot of time spent, the rains, the waits. Then autumn, lonely days. Then again the winter. After that many eras spent, I still remember you the same. Today I am writing the letter to August, after June and July spent. May when spring will come next will find it. I know it will be kept under fallen leaves, flying in spring breeze. The next part of the letter will come in next post. Stay tuned.