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Talk about a place of great natural beauty

It was the hour when the sun’s golden hue filled the
horizon. I settled down comfortably on a huge rock jutting
out from the foot of a cliff. It was a moment of joy as I
watched the evening migration of the seagulls. I felt a
strong urge to walk, and so I did. A strong craving for
freedom arose in me as I walked on that lonely but
nevertheless beautiful evening. My intention of visiting this
place was to enjoy the peace and serenity that it offered.
At the same time I longed to catch glimpses of the familiar
yet extraordinary beauty of God’s creation. Indeed, I found
that moment excellent for relaxing the stressful and
tension filled minds of man who lives in this materialistic
society.

As I strolled along the beach, my rough feet touched the
smooth white sand which seemed to gleam under the thin
and dim rays of the setting sun. It was so gentle that I felt
as if I was walking on a carpeted floor of a grand hotel. I
looked ahead at the green, calm sea and my little heart
was touched.

The beauty, of which I was then the witness, was beyond
description. I only wished that I was born an artist so that I
could capture this wonder and preserve it in my paintings.
Walking on, I was visited by ecstacy when the naughtily
noisy waves splashed on my bare feet. Far along the other
end of the beach were some fishermen busy preparing
their fishing nets and touching up their boats before they
resume their daily work in the open sea.

Feeling tired after the long walk, I stopped and sat on a
fallen coconut tree trunk. Even at this moment I could
capture another aspect of the wonder of that evening. I
was enthralled by the neat rows of coconut trees standing
upright as if mocking the fishermen who were sweating
and toiling to earn a living. The trees dancing and swaying
to the music of the rushing waves made my heart sing to
the matchless rhythm.

As time passed, the sun was almost disappearing behind
the horizon. Nevertheless, there was still a group of young
boys, naked, playing police and thief and making
sandcastles. They were happy in their innocence. The still
evening air brought their laughter over the sands and into
my ears. Somehow, within me glowed the strong urge to
shout and tell the world the unsurpassable joy I was then
feeling and to reveal my pleasure and gratitude to God,
the Creator.

Looking above me, at the clear blue sky, I could see tiny
dots of stars beginning to appear jointly in the darkening
sky. Then, my eyes caught the most beautiful sight. The
beauty was inimitable. It was a group of long necked
swans gently flying over the enormous ball of fire which
was, a moment ago, shining in all its glory. The moon then
appeared, taking the place of the sun. It was difficult to
grasp the idea that the moon’s brightness is but a mere
reflection of the sun’s light. This, to me, pointed to the
harsh reality behind the beauty of man-made laws.

As it was already dark, the fishing boats were out of sight
and the children have gone home. Feeling lonely, I left the
realm of all emotions, of love and trust and of life and
death, which is the beautiful beach. The beauty will remain
engraved in my heart for all eternity. This is the only place
that narrates, on its own, the beauty of nature.