Symbolisms

Symbolisms

He stood there,

On the beach with his feet bare, and

As he did upon the bay, stare,

He saw symbolisms glare.

He lay down by the door,

With his boredom growing evermore, and

As he heard the wind roar,

He heard lessons telling him to soar.

He sat there on his terrace,

Indulging in an empty trance, and

As he thought of clouds prance,

He saw armies of clouds march towards a depression

He basked under the sun,

Pondering over a humourous pun, and

There he saw him run,

For, dusk it was, time of the setting sun.

These brought him immense joy,

A sense of self  sufficiency and serenity,

As a kid playing with a new toy.

He could not say exactly why.

On the beach he saw, waves rise and crash; rise from deep, calm, serene water and crash on violent waters close to the shore. Every rising tide, every rising wave, rises from a point of nothingness, from apoint of peace, calm and depth, but it eventually crashes, it is the life cycle of this wave. Every rising wave, every form of progress, will fall and falter, but another one will rise and this will go on and on. This is nothing to be sad about, its just a path to perfection.

He lay down by the door and heard the wind roar. Wind, the force with no physical form, yet has an unseen presence, whose strength still succeeds in delivering his message. He heard the wind deliver his message, through the thin crevaces of the door, delivering its strength and trying and trying to push that door. He said to him, "Keep pushing and don't stop, keep trying and you will reach the top!" These war cries, he heard, and there he saw the symbolism of wind crashing against the door.

He saw the clouds in an empty trance, a state of nothingness and sadness, he saw them move to a point of depression, march slowly, bearing their own weight with themselves, every move aided by its allies. The armies of clouds told him to move, however hard it may be, move and move towards anyone in depression, fill the depression, bring them back to normal. To move however heavy he may feel, whatever pulls him back and holds him back, move and keep moving!

He saw the sun high in the sky and slowly and yet quickly ran to dive deep into the horizon. He saw the hastiness and he though to himself, "its not like every sunrise ends with a beautiful sunset, but every sunset surely starts with a beautiful sunrise."

These few symbolisms he saw in the larger sections of nature. But tinier sections, birds, bees, herbs and shrubs, and all the other small things that give beauty and definition to this world, to our world,possess thousand other symbolisms and messages eager to be seen and heard. The good thing is, they're all open to perception and are open to everyone, for who knows who would come forth with wonders.