A poet's walk through countryside solitude

 

Celosia argentea or Plumed cockscomb blooms in a corner. A bit of sunshine, dewy moisture, cool breeze and no human foot intruding...and mother nature offers a lovely bouquet of smiles to a solitary walker with poetic sensitivities...we humans might consider them as weeds but they are a perfect breakfast table for a flock of moths who are high on nectar..

A lonely tree...must be missing the company of its brothers...it will be a world when trees will be barcoded and numbered. No worries... let's make the most of what is left... thankfully we are the generation that is lucky to see unnumbered and uncoded trees.

Golden shades of ripe paddy...a prelude to nice, luscious aroma on your table.

There is light everywhere and darkness alongside...you have to position yourself in life to have your portion of light rays and your little puddle of shadow..