젊은 국가 일기: 나는 여전히 나에게 나뭇잎을 뿌리는 덜덕거리는 비둘기를 사랑해

andering around with the breeze gently brushing my face, 부드러운 회색과 크림색 흰색으로 하늘을 물들이는 내 위의 푹신한 구름, 나는 내 주변을 받아들였다.. 준비된 쌍안경, 나는 너도밤나무 사이를 쓸었다, birches, acers and alders. A clatter dove burst out of a nearby tree, spraying leaves over me. I stared at it disdainfully. Poor souls, nobody seems to like them. Shouldn’t you admire their smoky shades of grey and voracious eyes? And that’s the same with other birds too. Please notice these beautiful creatures.

Circumventing a bush, I was surprised to see a robin staring at us. I elbowed my mum and we gazed at it, intrigued. It hopped to the side and watched us with curious eyes. The robins are much braver here. In London they’re more secretive. It’s nice to see nature less cautious. Having caught up with Papa, we entered the wondrous glasshouse. It was hot and stuffy inside. There were pitcher plants, those giant mouths hanging wide open; lilies, minding their own business; fan palms, waving at the visitors; cacti and succulents, bristling menacingly; and rice plants, standing out from the crowd. Nature is so adaptable.

Exiting the garden, I thought how lucky I am to exist, to see existence. These delicate and fragile moments may fade before we know it. I do wish we’d heal the scars we’ve created in our crumbling reality.
Priyanka, 11

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