A green blanket of lively trees hover over the grass beneath me. It creates a wave of shade, with patches of sun creeping up at me. I can feel the cool, crisp air sail through my pores and provide me with surreal relaxation.
I look up, and there it is.
It's not a building. It's a masterpiece.
It stands tall and firm, wearing light brown bricks and a smile.
It's beauty flows through the air, blending with the wind. I hear leaves. They're dancing. Dancing to the beat of beauty.
Then I look to my left.
My ears surprise me with the sound of zipping engines.
My eyes betray me with the sight of a polluted atmosphere.
My nose punishes me with the smell of gasoline,
and my thoughts fill me with a feeling of despair.
The busy street is attracting the attention of curious human souls, but I will not fall victim.
I will not let the beauty of nature stand overlooked.
I quickly drift my senses back to where they belong. I cancel out all of the excess noise, and focus on the sound of silence. This is where perfection lies.
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