To the birds it is the sky,
To the flowers blooming each day, it is the brisk glimmer of the sun.To the butterfly, it is the nectar of the blossoms.And to humans it is the horror of the future, stress of the present and depression of the past.
Would have been better if humans rather flied high in the sky like the birds and taste heavy winds. And with each wave of the air let the horror of the future fade.
If humans were like flowers blooming everyday with the glimmer of the sun, merrily spreading bountiness. If so, the stress of the present would on its own whisk away.
For the nectar is happiness to the butterflies. If only humans would have been satisfied by the fruit they bear, the fate that awaits. The depression of the past would be taken away.
If so things happen this way,
WONT THE WORLD BE A BETTER PLACE TO LIVE IN??
Life has no meaning; it’s rather an opportunity to create one!!
Let’s design our own meaning of life…. Our way!!