Life is a whisper. It is a soft gentle breeze on the soft pink petals of the hibiscus. It is the raindrop on the bark of the sequoia tree. It is an ethereal beam of light, piercing its way across the horizon as the sun awakes. It is the lapping of a river against a rock. It is the rustling of dry leaves against the grainy floor of the forest. It is the mark of the soft paws of a wolf on the soggy soil. It is the sheen of the satin fur of a rabbit. It is the echo of a Magpie Lark’s song that bounces off the rocks. It is the spectacle of the morning as the blue sky opens up to the unexpected day and the wonder of the night as the stars across the violet sky, dance and jubilate to the culmination of another day.
It is the heartbeat of a boy on his mother’s hands as she cuddles him to sleep. It is the finger of a girl in her father’s palm, as his smile broadens to welcome her inquisitive eyes. It is the shadow of lovers against the plains as their hearts beat in perfect timing. It is in the gust of wind rushing against an elderly man’s face. It is in the music of nature and in the dancing of creatures. Life is in the scent of a fruit. Life is in the beauty of an aurora adorning the polar cap. Life is however an Oasis, a cosmic soliloquy. It is an ephemeral moment; a brief passage from nothingness to…eternity.
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