“Nature is beautiful, always beautiful.” Says a
great poet. Every little flake of snow is a perfect crystal, and they fall
together as gracefully as if fairies of the air caught water-drops and made
them into artificial flowers to garland the wings of the wind.
The lofty
mountains lifting their snowy heads above the clouds, the vast sea stretching
up to the horizon, the green meadows full of flowers in spring, the deep gloom
and wild charm to a forest glade—all these cast a spell on the human heart, so
do the thunder clouds gathering in the sky, the rainbow with its fairy colours and
silvery moon with its beaming cluster of stars. The glory of the morning sun
and the crimson glow of the evening sky ever delight the heart of man.
These
beauties of nature are a perennial feast for the eye and ear of man. They add
their colour and grace to the otherwise drab life of man. They bring freshness
and purity no man’s care-worn existence.
There is something divine in the
unruffled clam of nature that overawes our little anxieties and doubts. The
beauties of nature have been an unfailing source of inspiration to the artist,
to the scientist and also to the philosopher. The artist tries to imitate
nature, the poet tries to sing of the clam and solace found in nature, the
scientist tries to read the mysteries of nature and the philosopher tries to
find something divine in nature.
The beauties of nature in their purity and
perfection win the heart of millions. That is why the great poet Goethe said, “Nature
is the living, visible garment of God.”
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