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Cordilleras are green and green is where the other wonderful colors are propelled into the planet.
The eyes are being fed, as a mother to her child, by the mountain ranges that cast the invigorating green.
The eyes may spot the cluster of greens, the irregular towering of leaves, the blissful breeze of the swaying trees and the gleam of light from the sun casting back the color green, but the heart can capture the different ecstatic colors behind it, unseen by an eye so bare.
As the blue heavens and silver linings blanketed the greenish lands, the heart thumps and squeezes exuberance towards the eyes.
On the blue ocean is where the green terrains are bedded down, laid out easy-on-the-eye as if a painter just held his brush and stroke blindly. In my heart is where this preternatural occurrence is kept for otherworldly cultivation.
A single tree can unfold what heaven is like. The wavy seas build life. The breezy blue reinforces life. The dwellers complete the magic. Euphoria.
One lovely morning I ambled on a vast land covered with green grass. Rubbing my eyes was the only response my brain could transmit as I came bewildered by a marvelous vista. The second look was as magical as the first. Euphoria.
I write about euphoria in green so you can go back to the time when you first saw the world and everything around it. The amazement for all that the eyes can pick out as if never before seen, that is where the magic begins. On the other hand, routine and monotony is killing the irony of a physical illusion. Burning down the desire to live. Believing that the vast green fields are nothing more than just a natural phenomenon. But why not pink?
Had it been color pink, will you be amazed? That's what I'm talking about.
Green is life. Life is colorful. Therefore, green is colorful.
Everything around you is magic. Euphoria.
Believe.
**These are photos of the grandiose BICOL taken by Kadoyks Oliva
