Panther Sky

High above the sycamore trees, soft linen clouds scattered themselves in a beautiful flowing tapestry. Gently, they dispersed into the summer breeze and I knew the summer months were sinking below me, like rings in the trunk of an ancient oak. The sun lay low, still generously trickling its fading light through the leaves of the trees.  He stood still in defiance, blazing immaculate pinks and peaches across the horizon, refusing to fall behind the rolling hills of maize and grazing horses of hazel brown. 

Surrounded by a flock of varied but beautiful garden plants, the drifting scent of sweet Nicotiana swept under my nose and I knew I was home. It was as if I had to lie still and watch what was happening around me, only then I would realise that this unimaginably delicate and intricate life we had really was there. In the dusk of this early August night, I realised how easy it really is to escape the turbulence of a materialist economy, intertwined with selfish passions and indefinite deceit. What really matters? For surely we owe everything we’ve ever known and achieved as mankind to the existence of Mother Nature in her eternal splendour.

I pictured the passing of a thousand years on Earth. Would we have changed or can we really see no further than the spiral of indecent propaganda and misleading media scriptures? The race for independence seems only to be a manufactured illusion, when for millions of years; interdependence has formed the roots of all on Earth. Plant life cannot exist without insects, just as man cannot possibly exist without a multitude of expansive natural systems. I took the deepest breath my lungs could bestow upon me, and lay back on the soft grass, cushioning the fall of my head with my hands.

The entire night sky delighted my every sense, and I was lost in whirlwind dream. Violet storms of purples and greys whispered on the canvas of my eyelids. In the centre of the peaceful eruption of colour, a crimson red eye, like that of a panther in the heat of a twilight endeavour.