When The Nature Took A Certain Color And Spoke A Certain Word….

“You bring autumns and puffs.

It brings songs and laughs -
In all petals, in all buds -
To be seen in yellow and in muds.
I open my heart and feel for that air,
I am hollow, but I am not a solitaire.
I want to inhale
All that is not stale.
I want to see
For I am free!
The music in the air is pious,
Your touch in it is gracious.
It fills up my inner soul,

It fills up my outer soul.”
This is a spontaneously written poem after I take a long walk through a beautiful park by the name Beijer’s Park, close to where I live. It is an autumn day. Yellow is “the” color that rules nowadays. The park is the green heart of Kirseberg, a small suburb of Malmö, the city in Sweden where I live.


Malmö, also known as the City of Parks, needed one for its eastern part. In the year 1885, the family of the Beijers set up an extensive plantation ground under their own supervision. By the turn of the 1900, the private park changed hand. The Malmö City Council became the new owner and from then onwards it was made open for the general public.



One by one, several changes were made which resulted in the park becoming more beautiful and more picturesque.


The park has been standing as a witness to changes in and around it. Changes include seasons too. A summer turns itself to an autumn, then to a winter and then finally to a spring. I have had several meetings with the park and this autumn day is one. An extensive view of the plantation shows variety – of all kinds and all textures.

Cutting a tree trunk to make a design out of it has become quite common these days, though it was probably not in those days.

Trees, trees and trees – wherever one plants the eyes, abundant number of trees can be seen. Together, the trees make a colony – never drooping and never dwindling – and they stay happy. They turn the floor two-layered, with a yellowish red topping over a green layer beneath.



A park is never complete without a small pond, and without a fleet of birds encircling it. So, in comes yet another color – the “white”!




Then comes an unique offering. Towards the outer end of the park lies a small natural stream. It opens a trickle of water, little by little, and lets it run through a circle to meet somewhere.






In the lap of nature, one has a certain advantage. One does not need to try too hard to express oneself. The reason is – the inner soul is full of joy and the nature has made a direct connection to it. Inside, it is all calm, all quiet. Outside too there is no effort needed to describe any feeling. What a pleasure! What an enjoyment! What a perfect harmony of sorts! With no words necessary, the nature speaks. It expresses for itself as well as for us. It says "enjoy the fall".



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