Dancing with the wind

It was once asked to me, what happens when we die and where do we go? what do we become and where will we be. It was once told to me that God set aside a place that we call heaven , a place where we will eventually find each other. But yet there are many explanations many possibilities and noone can come back from the dead to tell you what is the truth. Here, is my gut instinct. Going all out to you with much careful thought, Enjoy.

Sunshine never fails to make our day. We love the moments to tan, the moments to play and the moments to go out. The sun supplements us with what we want at times and what we need at times. We recognize what it does but predictably we recognize what it cannot do. It is indeed the torment of heat which makes the sun hardly likeable at times. It is the scorching sun that really drains out all energy and causes one to be thus lethargic at times. It is yet so funny how we screw the suns appearance when it is out, and yet hate its absence when it is gone. Humans seem to be the control of life and how things are. I beg to differ.

Rain never fails to make our day. We love the moments to share with our loved ones staying at home tospend time with each other. We love the moments of cuddling with a loved one in bed. We love the company of a few good friends playing our video games. But last but not least, we love the company of coffee and a good book under these rainy circumstances for the mood is set and the feeling so very soothing and yet beautiful. Everything has flip sides. And though we love those feelings that make one feel so immersed in themselves and the atmosphere, we loathe the rain that disrupts our play time, the rude awakening of thunder and lightning as well as the cold it sends out to us every now and then.

We as humans fail to comply with what we have and that is why we are seeking for the best of both worlds always but nothing lasts forever. We need the sun for heat during rainy days and vice versa. We need dry ground when rainy days occur with the help of sunlight. these can occur in one day or in a week. But yet, it is evident that we as humans are no controllers, we are in fact the instruments of life that make it an abstract painting of art. An art of living and also dying if you look carefully. We need these things because we want them. But we cant make them happen for they are all but too natural. We spend our whole lives, needing and shine on diffrent days to decide our mood, our action our day and sometimes even our future. We humans are the instruments benetah the trees. And trees might be of those just beneath the sky, perhaps the sky that we call heaven.

I happen to look up in the skies on one windy day, sunny day and rainy day. One thing so beautiful beyond words never changed no matter what. They were negligent of the weather or the people. I saw the trees sway in such a way that always seemed so ever graceful. The trees were dancing with the wind. yes it was a sight that lef tme flabbergasted but it instilled within me so much idea of how life is like. We live everyday and to some point we die. Like my mother, she lived a fruitful life. Not as long as she might have expected, but still a worthy journey. I believe she has become one of those leaves on the trees or even the trees that we see or even the brances that hold these leaves. Why?

Trees move the way they want whenever they want. They can have rain or shine without complaints without suffer and still dance with the wind so ever graciously . Even if, even if it may be so that they are in need of one of them, their stances are always grateful. Trees are always around us. Always serenading our surroundings and making our life feel so much more coloured and beautiful. I believe that my mother has become these trees or leaves or branches because they are out on top no matter what and they have a perfect view of every single being for no mortal lives up in the sky. And when trees are fallen, when trees are toaken down or died down, it is what we call reincarnation. No matter what people tell me, the sight of those trees then told me a story. They told me where my mother was and they gave me a reason to believe. That trees are there, always, dancing with the wind.


And eventually, all will come home.