Gratitude fills my heart when I look around.
The blueness of the sky, the green sheets of leas, the undulating brooks, the turbulent oceans, the snow clad peaks of mountains wearing an amber attire of sunlight and my presence amid these mellifluent happenings.
Your creation has impregnated tranquil touch in my soul. I am indeed thankful for all you have done.
But despite a ravishing world, our minds are not beautiful anymore. Dark winds of hatred, lust, jealousy, pain and suffering has wrapped humanity with adhesive arms. The ill vapours of human minds have strangled the voice of honesty, truth and exuberance. Mass destruction of nature has led to terrible exploitation and massacred the very roots of life forms on earth.
Your creations must be restored to life. The damages must be painted back. The broken canvas must be stitched to hold hues of grace.
Being one of your greatest creations, I bear the onus of carrying out this process of replenishment with utter honesty. Let my hands toil in the light of wisdom bestowed on me. Let my soul hold the torch of love to illuminate the gloomy lanes of mortal earth.
I promise you Lord, with my selfless efforts, I will hue back the broken canvas with a vibgyor of lives drenched in smiles of eternity and wrapped in an attire of merriment.
A true Human