There is no one more loyal to me, than, nature, my friend. I am a writer, and nature is my muse and inspiration. Great writing thoughts come to my mind whenever I visit a green and nature fraught place. I love these kinds of places as I love nature.
I think nature speaks to me in quietude. With birds chirping and leaves swaying with the air, nature communicates with me and tells me awesome secrets.
Nature shares all my happiness and languish. Whenever I feel sad, I go to nature and it becomes my partner in my languish. Nature always motivates me to do great things that are out of my potential.
Physical nature is also my friend. Nature provides me with things like,
- Flowers
- Fruits
- Vegetable
- Oxygen
- Aesthetics
- Wood
- Silk
- Oil
These are very fewer things which I could count. There are several other uncountable things with which nature helps me.
Nature is my true friend. It is the one, which stays loyal. It never turns its head from me. It always greets me with all its dappled hues and greenery. It never shows me how much pain it has to take. That, it has to bear fruits which make it sagged with the burden. That it has to nurture the birds on the branches and keep their nests safe. That it has to care for the man sitting underneath its bowers and keep him safe from the sun’s rays. It never shows me it’s a sad part. It always meets me with it’s the best part
Nature always serves me well. It never asks for any reciprocation from me. I can’t provide nature with anything. I just take all the benefit of nature and go away. There is nothing which I can do for nature.
The sad part is, I don’t do anything for nature, to reciprocate it’s favours, instead, I aid in harming nature. I spread pollution all around, which harms nature. I cut trees, in order to build my house. Nature never takes revenge from me. It keeps on helping. Nature is my true friend.