Nature I loved; and next to Nature Art*
Pretty as a picture, the golden leaves strewn along the boardwalk in the Windsor Nature Park.
|Leaf prints on the boardwalk|
|A leaf print|
Strolling along the narrow path one encounters numerous little art compositions from fallen coconuts to blooming mushrooms to logs of life depending on how one's eyes see and interpret the raw creations of Mother Earth.
|Mushrooms bloom admidst the decay|
Here's one celebrating fallen coconuts
|Large Log coexists with smaller plants|
A kaleidoscopic view of nature's raw art
The path through the woods is a narrow squeeze and walking along it can be a stressful experience especially when it gets crowded. On the other hand at quiet moments, it allows an intimate brush with nature while you make your way on a safe cemented track. Although the encroaching jungle is a hairs breath away I found the Windsor Woods neither imposing nor sinister. Instead it presents a tranquil, benign face for communion.
|Just a closer walk with Nature|
* Verse by Walter Savage Landor
I strove with none, for none was worth my strife;
Nature I loved; and next to Nature Art