Melaleuca Quinquenervia;
This wonderful tree
a poem of silvery white brushes sigh with heaviness of dew and scent;
wooed by tiny butterflies,
beguiles and bewitches in July.
The topic civilization left me sad, helpless and utterly depressed. I tell myself again and again not to bother with topics which are out of reach of betterment. Good or bad civilization is part of evolution of mankind. My inner self like a conviction always finds itself in deep water, trying for betterment, I know and see is futile.
Trees like this, natures beautiful optimism push away the ugly sides of our evolution.
Semper ad meliora
Always towards better things.
This wonderful tree
a poem of silvery white brushes sigh with heaviness of dew and scent;
wooed by tiny butterflies,
beguiles and bewitches in July.
The topic civilization left me sad, helpless and utterly depressed. I tell myself again and again not to bother with topics which are out of reach of betterment. Good or bad civilization is part of evolution of mankind. My inner self like a conviction always finds itself in deep water, trying for betterment, I know and see is futile.
Trees like this, natures beautiful optimism push away the ugly sides of our evolution.
Semper ad meliora
Always towards better things.
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