<p>A soup of gruesome grammar squirted with sniggers had invaded my writing one day when I ran away to adversity’s safest harbour and discovered a colony of hibiscus wearing the yellow jackets painted for them by the sun himself and stitched with red raspberry buttons. <br /><br />The hibiscus committee had coolly cornered a green carpet in that haven with the sun-kissed yellow flowers surrounded by one grey-silver shirted one dipped red in the centre. My anger, the stupidity, slime and sniggering of the day boiled inside me for only as long as it took to gather up the glittering yellow of the sun’s lemonade over three large flowers daintily sitting under a leaf-green curtain. The berry red, river-green and sun-dazzled yellow looked up so winningly, that everything vanished except magic from nature’s paint box. <br /><br />And then, from the slime, the sniggering stupidity clogging my day I stumbled upon a lovely little insect, smaller than my nail, neatly traveling over the sun-kissed, reddened, yellow and green hibiscus lace, adding her own tiny life to the silence. As I watched amazed it slowly turned into a parent with a baby under it. Very gently and daringly the parent shepherded the baby over acres and miles of hibiscus country!. <br /><br />The awesome grace and courage of that unending journey was the humbling heaven hiding under a hibiscus harbour! And nature’s tenderness swept over the bloated pettiness of human ranting and screeching. Peace pampered me with enchantment thrown in free of cost. The solution for finding happiness of the hammering Hallelujah chorus type (from Handel’s Messiah)is often just finding those silent, solemn sweet places to hide in from the horrid hissing of the world and avoiding its corpulent and cunning waystations.</p>
<p>A soup of gruesome grammar squirted with sniggers had invaded my writing one day when I ran away to adversity’s safest harbour and discovered a colony of hibiscus wearing the yellow jackets painted for them by the sun himself and stitched with red raspberry buttons. <br /><br />The hibiscus committee had coolly cornered a green carpet in that haven with the sun-kissed yellow flowers surrounded by one grey-silver shirted one dipped red in the centre. My anger, the stupidity, slime and sniggering of the day boiled inside me for only as long as it took to gather up the glittering yellow of the sun’s lemonade over three large flowers daintily sitting under a leaf-green curtain. The berry red, river-green and sun-dazzled yellow looked up so winningly, that everything vanished except magic from nature’s paint box. <br /><br />And then, from the slime, the sniggering stupidity clogging my day I stumbled upon a lovely little insect, smaller than my nail, neatly traveling over the sun-kissed, reddened, yellow and green hibiscus lace, adding her own tiny life to the silence. As I watched amazed it slowly turned into a parent with a baby under it. Very gently and daringly the parent shepherded the baby over acres and miles of hibiscus country!. <br /><br />The awesome grace and courage of that unending journey was the humbling heaven hiding under a hibiscus harbour! And nature’s tenderness swept over the bloated pettiness of human ranting and screeching. Peace pampered me with enchantment thrown in free of cost. The solution for finding happiness of the hammering Hallelujah chorus type (from Handel’s Messiah)is often just finding those silent, solemn sweet places to hide in from the horrid hissing of the world and avoiding its corpulent and cunning waystations.</p>
