When life takes over.

You can smell the sweetness of the dew, the damp smell of coming rain. The gentle yet distinct scent it exudes makes you long to taste the soil of the earth. A crack of a smile forms on your stiff face as you are consumed with the pleasure of this simple feeling.

You walk through the garden and admire the beauty of the unkempt hedge. It’s a wonder to you how something can grow in such ‘chaos’ and still give off such beauty. You bend over to get a better look at how the tiny branches intertwine around each other with leaves growing out in all directions. You observe a tiny stick-like insect trying to work itself through the complex mesh. It looks so determined to get to its destination as it takes no heed of the menacing thorns pocked out between the leaves. Leaving the insect to complete its mission, you walk away from the hedge to the other side of the garden. There you see a majestic tree standing bold in the centre of the mowed lawn. High above everything else, it stretches out reaching for the sky. A rough bark covers the entire course of its thick trunk. It is the master of the grounds.  The height of its presence gives it superiority over the midget tufts of grass and dwarfed hedges. The light breeze that causes the other plants to sway from side to side leaves this tree unshaken. Unmoved. Unperturbed. Nothing but a harsh chainsaw or a fierce storm can bring this tree down. A slightly yet wider smile stretches the skin of your face as you hail to this great creation. An authority in its own right.

You move over to the edge of the garden. There, standing alone in isolation is a young plant. You can tell by the buds at the tip of its shoot that it’s about to bear its first fruit. There in its own little corner, you can sense its excitement, its pride to be about to fulfil its purpose-to bear fruit. Its fresh green leaves glitter in the sun. Its white flower- white petals and purple centre-shines bright as the sun’s light reflects off its smooth surface. It emits a fragrance that overpowers the dew. A smell that is musk but somehow still pleasant.

A bee, buzzing as it flies, comes to a sudden stop and lands on the centre of the flower. You had been watching so closely, so intently that the slightest unexpected sound or movement had the effect of quickening your heart rate. You are amused; happy; at peace. This same garden you had so many times walked through, had today become something with so much to offer. It became your own little utopia: Perfect in its imperfections. The worries you came bearing, the sadness you dragged along with you and the pain that had weighed you down for so long, all disappeared within minutes. You let life happen. You left the past where it belongs- in the past; and you let the future be just that-the future. You let life take over. You lived in the moment. AND IT WAS BEAUTIFUL. SIMPLY BEAUTIFUL.