“God writes the Gospel not in the Bible alone, but also on trees, and in the flowers, and clouds and stars.” – Martin Luther King
On a mid-monsoon morning, the wispy clouds powdered across the sky, draw out designs of divinity over the glimmering river Kali. The gracious trees bow and behold the sight in reverence, as if becoming one with this symphony rendered by the heavens above.
The large tree under which we sit, relishing this spectacle put together by nature, nods its head in agreement. It roots for the smaller tree whose branches lie sprawled, reaching out to the river Kali, asking her to sway to its tune. But Kali refuses petulantly and continues to flow in all its placid glory.
– By the River of Kali, Dandeli, Karnataka I sat down and smiled.
This post is written for Parul’s lovely prompt #ThursdayTreeLove.