LIfe Heals

The air is fresh. A rarity where I live. Walking under big green trees is rejuvenating. Only when it rains that the toxicity in the air gets washed down. I don't know where it goes after falling on the earth. Does mother earth takes it down her system like Shiva who had gulped down the halahal poison to save the universe! I walk further in the park. Met some birds. Very small in size and shiny blue. They have a very pointed beak. They chirp continusly. I don't recognise them. For me they are simply birds. They are animated and fly from one branch of tree to another. Their blue Colour against the green of trees under the blue sky portray a unique natural painting. They too are inhabitants of this big city. But they are closure to nature.