A Day By The River
Dasni De Silva
Another Autumn day dawns, the sun hides behind clouds, all is silent as nature takes main stage.
My eyes catch a glimpse of her flowing flawlessly behind the vibrantly coloured bushes.
She kept appearing and disappearing between the shrubs teasing me like a playful child.
Walking beside her curiously to see more, I was far from the real beauty of the Yarra, her journey.
I thought how lovely and how strange, the river is always there yet the water is not the same and is never still.
Are people like that? Always flowing and always different?
The river is destined to keep changing course to reach her destination. Are people the same?
If we are reborn with every new breath, should we judge people for changing?
Everyone must have a story like this river.
And then the sun came out dancing and sparkling in the water, they embraced like long lost lovers.
I saw the river pick up pace and her persistence as she made way through a rocky pool.
One thing that amazes me is no matter what is in her path, the river always finds her way, yet she rarely seeks praise.
Is this nature's way of teaching us to be grounded and grateful always?
The wind kept constantly whispering to the lush green forest, like a groom admiring his bride.
My walk gets better as the day unfolds, every bend and each slope brings a new viewpoint and a new way of life.
Autumn is a reminder that ‘loss can be beautiful’, the serenity from soothing water, sweet songbirds and softly fondling air makes me realise this.
I am always awestruck by Nature, so powerful and vast yet so gentle and humble.
I conclude my walk by the river, feeling refreshed in body and in mind, thankful for the lessons learnt in silence.
Author Bio: A technologist and data nerd from the corporate world whose lockdown experience was a deep connection to Nature. All life is one, let’s be kind to those without a voice.