How minuscule are we...yet how destructive

    I look up to You in awe

   At Your different hues

   I look up to you in awe

  At Your enormity

There is so much beauty in You

With each passing day

Why  are we determined to destroy you so

Fools are we, who do not realize, without you-There is Nothing!!

On a cold wintry morning, I was walking back home, with a bag full of groceries. The mix of the early morning sun and the cold wind whistling by was making the morning a joyful one. Thankfully, the cold weather had ensured that the number of vehicles on the streets was less than the usual. Even our guardians of the night (the street dogs), were huddled together for all the warmth they could get. Humming a tune in my mind, I walked on, with the thoughts of a sumptuous breakfast that was waiting for me, at home.

         A few hundred meters before my residence, I just happened to look up at the sky above. On this blue canvas above, there was this perfect stroke of white. It was the Jetstream of a passing plane, high above in the sky. The white looked like a painters stroke on a blue canvas.

The best part of this picture was that you could break it into multiple segments. At the ground level, me and bamboo trees. Thereafter the vast space till the aircraft -flying thousands of feet above us. And finally the horizon above the aircraft, which I call Heaven. The enormity of the Universe dawns upon you all of a sudden.

We are but a minuscule part of this entire magic, yet how destructive we have become, in the name of development and progress