Running water. Droplets. Chirping sounds of bats. Hissing of various snakes. Heavy moist of air. Pressure of immensity. Dark cage. I live here in the magnitude of infinite silence. I count each day that the rays of sunshine seep through the small holes. One. Two. Three. I’ve reached billion times of the 365 day counts and right until now, every day still carries with it a glorious contribution to my entire being.
Once I was just a rock, an
estranged ordinary rock that laid by the riverbank. The splashes of water and
the incomparable kisses of grass had nourished my thirsty soul. The wind always
hummed making the leaves from the trees fell dramatically to my soaked body.
Life felt good until one dark morning, a harsh storm came and set the water on
the river into fierce currents. The swift moving water washed me away and had
almost broken me into pitiful pieces. The river washed away anything that it
could carry with its ferocious surges – soil particles and even the larger body
of rocks. The forced excursion finally halted and I rested in underground corner
of the earth where water seemed still but in fact just running as placidly and
unnoticed as it could manage. Less noise and more silence. My new home.
Each year I took in a different
form and the transformation fascinated me to the exceeding point. I grew bigger
and bigger each year until I became a giant whose hugeness echoed madly amidst
the jailed darkness. Sand. Mud. Shells of tiny sea animals. Our fusion created
unbeatable force and undeniable magnificence. Our huge feature embraced the
strength and the promising loveliness that is irresistibly admired by the
world.
Our kinds inherited about ¼ of
the Earth’s land surface because we are one great force. We are one bond. We are
one voice. We are the magnificent limestone.
In a great process of which
inevitable to the nature we have created a home. Rain water and ground water
that carry carbon dioxide from the soil have dissolved some portion of me in a
painless and meticulous manner. Thousand years had still need to pass before
tunnels were formed and I finally became a great cave. The extremely long time
process had worth it all because here I am in my best aesthetic form. On my
roof, drips of water had formed the stalactites while drops of mineral accumulated and formed the upward stalagmites.
Such mystifying wonders make me
feel proud of myself. How can I be so lucky? I am blessed by this enthralling
beauty that each eye in the world praises me with dazzled admiration. It has
been billion years and I’m still counting.
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