Beauty Is Still Young In Autumn

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Beauty lives in the eyes of seeker. I was wandering in the garden. It's autumn and leaves turned brown. Brown leaves are mingling with brown soil and bringing leisure to their soul.

Rotten leaves on the ground, deep blue boundless sky, lush green hills and water dropping from blue sky was bringing life to trees and plants.

I eyed up and saw the golden leaves of black trunk. Thoughts were running in my mind. Cold air was blowing away from my ears. My nose was turning red with the intensity of cold air. My eyes were under the fascination of golden leaves.

My exam is scheduled on Sunday and I was wandering around these trees. Well, I was spending some me-time in garden of golden leaves.

This garden is natural because my whole university is nestled in between forest and Margalla hills. So, students have this privilege to enjoy the beauty of nature. Overall, it's best place to sit, think and to write a story about yourself. Romantic poetry of romantic period was focused on natural beauty and poetry emphasized on individualism and on escapism from the materialistic world where industries are disturbing normal rural life.
Passing by one tree and catching the vibe of next tree is like meeting a new personality with new characteristics and traits.

I was running my hands over one leave to another with great care because these leaves are so delicate. My eyes were stunned to see the intricate, complex yet beautiful pattern of leaves. Everything is beautiful. I was stepping towards new plants and greeting them. You know these plants are naturally feeding on water of rain because in this region rain is common.

Every plant is unique like every person in our lives is unique. This green plant is looking like carrying so many swords which are roughly shaped.

I moved forward and greeted a tree holding both fresh green and old, dull and worn out leaves. This combination is truly naturistic. I was looking deep in the beauty of leaves. I was alone with these garden and enjoying the company of trees and plants.

Yellow color flowers( I don't know it's scientific name and just aware of it's name in native language) were waving under the delicate flow of air.

I tried to capture the beauty of yellow flowers but my camera was refusing me to capture such little details. Well, on the very right side of these yellow flowers there was another tree on which black kind of sticks were hanging. Interestingly, from long time I am trying to know about these black color sticks. These are not actually sticks but I call them sticks and these are harder like sticks.

So it was all about my walk in the garden of university where I was enjoying the real art of nature. Indeed it's more than beautiful. I spent one hour in these beautiful things and then I headed back to my room because now rain was getting strong.

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