Nature

“Nature is beautiful, always beautiful,” says a great poet. Every little flake of snow is a perfect crystal, and they fall together as gracefully as if fairies of the air caught water- drops and made them into artificial flowers to garland the wings of the wind. The lofty mountains lifting their snowy heads above the clouds, the vast sea stretching up to the horizon, the green meadows full of flowers in spring, the deep gloom and wild charm of a forest glade – all these cast a spell on the human heart. So do the thunder clouds gathering in the sky, the rainbow with its fairy colors, and the silvery moon with its beaming cluster of stars. The glory of the morning sun and the crimson glow of the evening sky ever delight the heart of man. These beauties of nature are a perennial feast for the eye and ear of man. They add their color and grace to the otherwise drab life of man. They bring freshness and purity to man’s care-worn existence. There is something divine in the unruffled calm of nature that overawes our little anxieties and doubts. The beauties of nature have been an unfailing source of inspiration to the artist, to the scientist, and also to the philosopher. The artist tries to imitate Nature, the poet tries to sing of the calm and solace found in nature, the scientist tries to read the mysteries of nature and the philosopher tries to find something divine in Nature. The beauties of Nature in their purity and perfection win the hearts of millions. That is the way the great poet Goethe said, “Nature is the living, visible garment of God.”