I stepped out of my house into the crisp air precipitated by the cloudy skies and donned my shades. The sound of chirping birds filled the air along with the soft, high-pitched hum of the machines of the water purification plant in the neighbourhood. A soft pattering of sneakers on the asphalt echoed against the neighbour's poorly self-constructed cement-brick wall.
At the bottom of the hill were three trash bins from the day before, waiting, empty, for their owners to reclaim them from the curbside. Several palm trees towered overhead, showing off their looming fronds and pathetically thin trunks. A breeze blows by. There is a rustling sound among the leaves, complementing the constant but soft chirping of birds. An airplane flies overhead in the cloudy domain of the sky, filling the world with its humming engines, a backdrop for nature's music.
Creatures rushed into their havens underneath the brush as I passed by, looking through the leaves of their shelters at the unknown creature walking along the street. It was as though I had wandered into a tropical forest. There were strange plants all along the sidewalk: a plant that possessed a figure comparable to that of an artichoke and another that appeared to be a scrawny mockery of a Christmas tree. As I continued my excursion through this "familiar" neighbourhood, I saw a tree.
There was a tree on the sidewalk. An otherwise ignorable existence except for its awesomeness. Standing in at possibly fifty feet tall, its branches extended many times the diameter of its trunk. How can such a beautiful behemoth of nature be the result of a seed no larger than the size of a pebble? Its rustling leaves an instrument in the orchestra of nature. The knot in its trunk a scar from long ago. The grooves in its trunk the wrinkles of old age.
As I walk on, all nature passes by, and is soon forgotten.
At the bottom of the hill were three trash bins from the day before, waiting, empty, for their owners to reclaim them from the curbside. Several palm trees towered overhead, showing off their looming fronds and pathetically thin trunks. A breeze blows by. There is a rustling sound among the leaves, complementing the constant but soft chirping of birds. An airplane flies overhead in the cloudy domain of the sky, filling the world with its humming engines, a backdrop for nature's music.
Creatures rushed into their havens underneath the brush as I passed by, looking through the leaves of their shelters at the unknown creature walking along the street. It was as though I had wandered into a tropical forest. There were strange plants all along the sidewalk: a plant that possessed a figure comparable to that of an artichoke and another that appeared to be a scrawny mockery of a Christmas tree. As I continued my excursion through this "familiar" neighbourhood, I saw a tree.
There was a tree on the sidewalk. An otherwise ignorable existence except for its awesomeness. Standing in at possibly fifty feet tall, its branches extended many times the diameter of its trunk. How can such a beautiful behemoth of nature be the result of a seed no larger than the size of a pebble? Its rustling leaves an instrument in the orchestra of nature. The knot in its trunk a scar from long ago. The grooves in its trunk the wrinkles of old age.
As I walk on, all nature passes by, and is soon forgotten.
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