A Knowledge by Junard Maru

The afternoon of November was cold like dawn in the dessert- the breeze of wind beseeching the tree to dance eagerly forcing the precious tears of sun to fall, fears of man to shout 'please stop Lord!' and cold of air penetrating the uttermost part of our nerves resulting to our body moves exceedingly. I was on the hut together with my family looking how terrible those hurricane; the roof flying, trees failing, man's shouting and uncomfortable wind walking. I sitted on the left side of the bamboo door when I gaze something mysterious, not the storm nor the strong winds neither the dilemma caused by typhoon but the mysticulous eye of one child looking curiously to the mincing flower. I looked the flower how it looks but it is only a natural, two-green leaf bond into a rough body with the sapphire and dots of amythest in the upper index of flower. But those look was different! Something other dimension inside in his spectacular bright eyes.