Ramble To The Brook

By Akhel M.S

Quarter way to my destination, my conscience was already wandering, being mesmerized and carried away by the steepening woodlands progressing from either side of the track. Gravel churned beneath my boots with moments of screeches emanating from them. The breeze itself danced along with the trees and flora, with its whooshing sound being its own rhythm. The swirling breeze made its way beneath my blazer, tickling and re-invigorating my senses. The scent of fresh grass arose from bowing and slanting stalks from the wind, rendering the breeze even more enticing. Except for the packaging of my coat and the brief brunch in my backpack, my nostrils’ attempt to cling onto any other aroma ended up futile.

The firmament lay upon me had enough grace to place a twirling, gleaming, bleached cloud between me and the fiery orb, and had the mercy to leave the rest of the airspace spotless, allowing the cerulean hue of the welkin pour on the ground for my eyes to feast.

Soon, my destination began to rear from its screen of canopy and peered at me from downhill. My destination, you might ask, was a thundering brook with a tremendous waterfall being its crest. As I continued to saunter a several dozen yards more, the waterfall shrouded beyond view beneath a higher canopy, again. However, with my approach, my ears sprang up, picking up a muffled rumble of the water amidst the thriving sprites and soothing calls of thrushes.

Shades as thick and spread out as a sail of a marine vessel from its highest mainmast befell upon me, from the trees. The rumble grew ever louder as I drew ever closer to the waterfall. The drone of dragonflies progressed in pitch as my destination began to approach.

Laid before me was a path paved in an arcade of pebble stones clad in the soil, with critters and creepers seeping through their crevices entwined with the wet stones. The rock formation housed pebbles from hues of turquoise blue to shellac to sandal. This labyrinth of the critters was too unique to be natural, but it was.

All my rambling was ultimately fruitful when I spotted glints of sunlight reflected from a body of water, amidst the shellac of the barks of forest high rises along with their overarching boughs.

Instantaneously, a large opening arrived, like an auditorium embossed in shrubs, paving the clearance for light to whip through my retina. Nevertheless, whip they did, along with carrying the view of a scintillating waters cascading down the waterfalls and was spewed into the winding brook. The brook illuminated its banks by lustrously reflecting sunshine and the azure hue of the welkin. The refulgent streaks of water fell from the crest with a deafening roar. The overflowing water body was hemmed with brewing froth which gleamed in crystalline hue like potions, on either bank of the brook.

The luster of the vast world embraced me with its alluring sights of staggering falls and abyssal valleys, glossed over by the coruscant orb of a star which was simply ineffable.

By Akhel M.S