A tree stands over everything and everyone in the corner of the park. Vehicles can be seen and mostly heard as they flash by on the freeway. The atmosphere here seems to be pure, fresh and uncontaminated, until another car squeals by showing a portion of the impurities. There is a swarm of pests in the opposing corner from the tree, racing around at insane rates. Meanwhile, a single red cardinal sits watches and waits for an opportunity to try out his agility against the bugs. The grass in the park is freshly cut and vividly green like a granny smith apple.
On one side of the park there are flower beds. Each flower bed held delicate pink and white flowers. Like pedals made of silk, the thin pink and white color flows over each one. Some jaded grass is taking advantage of the soft pungent soil. In some places the weeds are over powering the radiant flowers. On the other side of the park the flowers have as many different colors as a rainbow in the sky after heavy rain. When you first walk into the row of flowers the odor and the beauty of the flowers take you to paradise. As you touch the flower, you will feel safe and comfortable.
Vehicles dash by one side of the park like a coalition of cheetahs. A small buzzing can be heard until you can’t take notice of it anymore. This sound replicates itself each day. Sometimes other sounds entangle with the low rumble. Not one of the sounds is similar varying in different wave patterns. At first glimpse they all appear to be similar until you get a closer observation. Then, you will detect that not one sound is the same as the previous one you observed.
The atmosphere is as lucid as a piece of clean glass until sunlight appears. At first the water in the park’s lake seems to be crystal clear. From far away this scenery is just an illusion. Close up there are thousands of black spots; bugs that no one knew were there. Never again is the water looked at as if it were pure. The same goes for the...