I start as a zilch of moisture, almost lost in this crowded atmosphere of the mechanical mortal world I leave behind. The heavy wind of the Earth below pushes me into the farther spaces of the sky. Nurtured by the clouds, I grow to become a tiny droplet. During the transformation I begin to think of the human world I ascended from. I think of the inherent evils in mankind’s existence, having myself viewed the degeneration of the once beautiful Mother Earth during the course of my many rebirths. Saddened, I begin to weep, which actually makes me stronger by growing me in dimension. This reminds me also of the same remarkable quality in human beings, who persevere even when all hope seems lost. In a dilemma about this interestingly confusing human race, I am moved higher up by the soft and soothing breezes of the skies so high. I mature in this serene lap of nature becoming heavier and more decisive about the people on Earth I left behind.
Hardships, presumed by the presumptuous mortals to have been forced only upon them, get showered upon me too. The tempests force me sideways, up and down, round and round. After all, even gold is purified by the flames. And thus, nature purifies us, its elements, and we obey without questioning. Humans should take a leaf from the omnipresent book of Nature, and by being open to positive learning, bring an end to the destruction and disrespect of our Mother and earn its respect too. After being swirled in the clouded laps, I become sufficiently large and able, to be sent down again into the dilapidating world. And although I resent this self-sacrificing characteristic of our Mother, I obey it while trying to contemplate its greater importance.
Hailed as the purest form of what composes me, I begin my descent back to where I emanated from. This attempt to cleanse what lies beneath is just the next part of my life cycle. I fall down faster than it took me to reach up, obeying science and the basic principle of life which tells us that it is tougher to climb and easier to slip. I plop into a patch of dirt, or ripple upon ripples. I puddle on the water-bodies which lay still, waiting for me and more of my kind, to refresh them from the fast pace of the world they are housed in. Although I am aware of my elevated origin, I retain my humility as I am absorbed deep into the layers of the Earth. And then, I am reborn.