The wisdom of Mother Nature is most poignant for me when walking in a regenerating bushland. Around me the remnants from a furious fire that took life after life as the flames engulfed all in their path.
To attempt to comprehend the terror felt is something that horrifies me.
Animals unable to flee.
Foliage unable to move.
Yet, seven months on the land is beginning to blossom once again. The bushland floor is a carpet of green with a splattering of colour springing up in random patches as wildflowers open themselves to the glorious warmth of the sun.
The blackened skeletons of many a tree stand eerily against the sky.
Watching.
Dormant now.
Next to them the flourish of new life unfolding.
The nourishing sound of water rushing by bringing a calming presence of replenishment.
Being surrounded by raw untamed bushland keeps me present as much as it keeps me humble.
Humans who dwell in cities tend to forget the natural law of balance.
The astounding beauty of nature.
And how temporary all life is.......
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Life does come back.
Yes the circle of life.
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