The sun is beating down past the trees and on to your hair. You stand in the middle of a dirt path. Where are you?. You look around, theres nothing but trees. Along side of you is a row of trees on each side. The trees are in full bloom. Full of life full of love. They give you the air. They shield you from the heat. They are your friends but yet you destroy them so you can build a mall, a Macdonald's. You take a deep breath. Its fresh and crisp. You never experience this before. Tears spring to your eyes. Its so beautiful here. You never want to leave. You just want to bask in all the beauty. You stand there taking in all of the lushes green. This is beauty. The beauty comes from nature. Nature is beauty.
3 comments:
thats sad
when you put it that way, nature souns like a beautiful place!
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