Celebrate Beginnings with Endings

A number of bloggers has been posting the great beauty of the wildlife, of visited places, or the joys of existence.  Allow me to share, albeit saddening and disturbing for one, the wonders of nature in a different light or darkness, as I celebrate beginnings with endings. 

A walk in my garden, April, 2016...

I found it dead, maybe from the sheer heat of the weather, or a vicious attack by the stray cat that loiters my garden on a lazy afternoon.  Thought to myself that life is a cycle.  That the unknowing dangers of our everyday existence are bound to surprise us anytime or any day of our lives.

The great flowering tree that gave me joy throughout the years with its full bloom of reds and whites. Nestled at corner of the main door, the towering palm filtered the rays of light oblivious to its growth thus stunted it and eventually succumbed to lost.  Without knowledge, our minds become an empty vessel with no purpose.  We may be alive, but never engaging.

In its beauty, the red flower captured the essence of its existence but the lost of its centre piece gave this protruding branch a sense of lifelessness.  Never let people take the only sunshine you have in life. Once lost, it is difficult to regain it back. 

With the vast growth of this climber, the leaves underneath started to dry up and while new growth were seen, the undergrowth was losing its life. Our facade is something important but a great look does not mean a great spirit nor a soul that is enriched with spirituality.  

Although growing at a sporadic phase what with just cutting and planting, the dry weather and its easily drained soil does not make this plant as healthy as it was in partial shade.  Over exposure does not give us merit but leaves us monotonous in our action, speech and creativity. 

This pleasing beauty with its tiny petals of white declares simplicity in pattern but complexity in structure.  With the passing of days, those little flowers whither and fall, making the prominent stalk lackluster.  We cannot control aging as we will grow old and older, but we can make the best of what we have, in the now.

Rain-like drooping flowers of elegance that bespoke of perfumed scent deliver a long lasting stance in the garden.  But like all good things, there is an end. Losing hope does not go with the browning like farewells, as, in comes new ones, of hope and encouragement.

A series of leaves in one fine stalk does not mean they will all wither at the same time.  The slender leaves will submit to dryness, one by one, standing strong until the whole stalk falls from its mother trunk.  We all need to grow, with our education and upbringing, making ourselves mature in responsibility, determination and dream.  To take flight, one day, from our comfort zone.