A Tapestry of Leaves

The steady drumming of rain on the tin roof acted as background music as I sat reading my book on a sofa curled under a blanket. As I flipped the pages, I would occasionally look up at the glass windows behind which were some of the most amazing views I had ever seen. Behind the window that was directly opposite my sofa, was a tapestry of leaves that strongly reminded me of pictures of the Amazon rain forest that I had only seen in pictures. The leaves were in shades of green and shapes I didn't even know existed and the beauty of it all was that it wasn't a messy clump of misshapen green; the leaves grew together and formed a tumultuous sight of what looked like a beautifully painted canvas of an infamous artist. This however did not mean that all the leaves grew in a systematic manner; for those who have been to or seen the Amazon know that the leaves grow in a wild and beautiful way. They take their own bizarre twists and turns, grow in their own way but end up in such a symbiotic fashion that they astound the watching eye. The unruly-ness and the wild manner in which the leaves grew was another that caught my eye. There are some people in this world who think that anything that is not neat and systematic is bad and ugly and therefore not worth giving a damn about. The view outside this window proves them wrong. The un-systemaic way in which the leaves grow is what makes them amazing. The variety and unknown numbers and colours that form this tapestry is what makes it eye-catching.
As my mind sinks back into the warped and eventful world of my book, this blissful picture moves to the back of my head, waiting patiently and silently for me to lift my head again.