Fresh is the first ray of morning’s sun
Fresh is the sip of an early morning tea
Fresh is the smell of green grass under my feet
Fresh is the giggle of an innocent child
Fresh is the breeze that flows in the field
Fresh is the taste of a ripe tomato from my kitchen garden
Fresh is the sight of blue sky from my window
Fresh is the feel of cool water running down a stream
Fresh is the first shower of rain
The last time I looked at a grass it was bright green one day, light green the next, then pale yellow and finally wore a rustic brown. We are just like a blade of grass crossing all the stages of life. But never once I thought that the blade of grass had lost its freshness. It appeared fresh at every stage to me.
There is freshness embedded in every fold of life. If we think yesterday was the same as today and tomorrow will still be the same we might lose to stay fresh. I wonder how the sky has worn the blue garment forever and still looks fresh to us. Being mortals we might wither away some day that is inevitable but we can choose to begin everyday programming ourselves with the thought that – it is a fresh start, it is a new day.