There, I lay on my bed. Tucked in
like a new born child under the covers. My mind hay wired, confused thinking of
countless problems. Happy thoughts, sad thoughts all jumbled up in my mind. It
was completely silent; all I could hear was the sound of the blades of the fan
as they spun. I looked up, staring as it was spinning. I looked across the room
and it was still pitch black outside. Not a single sight of life. For hours I lay there contemplating, planning
and wandering how the future will be.
Then the darkest broke. The suns
radiant light was penetrating through the window glass and straight into my
cold, emotionless room. It was no longer silent. I could hear the melodious
sound of birds singing. I got up and walked outside. I looked up at the almost
perfect sky, blue with white cotton balls. I watched as the singing birds
soared through the sky, wishing I could fly with them.
As I walked, bare footed, I could
feel a slight tingly sensation as the deep green grass gently scratched the
bottom of my feet and passed in between my toes. The fruit trees not far from
an eye catching fountain were dancing and I could hear their leaves rustling
against each other. Suddenly a slight crisp, cool breeze blew my fluffy, curly,
black hair. For a second I felt like I was in heaven. I had no worries, no
fears, no doubts. I could smell and taste the freshness of the morning dew. I
walked to the pond which had a statue of a fish with water shooting out of its
mouth. I turned the fountain off and watched as the water became still. In the pond were colourful fishes and tiny
tadpoles. Red, blue and gold hidden underneath the layer of greenery that
carpeted the top of the pond. Unexpectedly, a frog jumped into the calm water,
joining the rest of the army, causing small ripples to be formed.
As I sat there admiring the life in
that small pond, a bumble bee buzzed by. Black and yellow, I decided to follow
it. It stopped and began collecting nectar from a striking, red hibiscus
flower. There was a small swarm of bees hovering over the hibiscus, collecting
nectar for the hive and spreading the pollen, but I didn’t mind. My eyes were treated to a feast of colours.
White, orange, yellow, the garden was laden with flowers. Besides the buzzing
of the bees, the rustling of leaves and the chirping of birds I could also hear
the sounds of small creatures that dwelled amongst the plant. I felt the
texture of the flowers, the plant and even the dirt.
I spotted a wooden plank hanging
from a branch of an old tree. It was a swing. I sat and moved back and forth.
Higher and higher, faster and faster I went. Finally I jumped off and just lay
beneath the apple tree. I observed the tree, its bark, its branches, its
leaves. Some leaves were brown and shriveled and some green and fresh. I got
up, plucked a juicy apple and got back down to my horizontal position. I was
one with nature. Enjoying the peaceful, tranquil morning which I wished would have
never ended; I began feasting on the scrumptious apple.
However, nothing lasts forever.
Soon the neighbours were awake. Now
what was once a relaxing morning had been destroyed, disrupted by the blaring
sound of televisions, disturbed by people scurrying in and out of the house
slamming the door behind them. These deafening noises were drowning and
swallowing the rest of the surroundings.
The atmosphere had changed. And so did
my mood. The birds weren’t chirping and the trees were no longer dancing. The
bees were hiding in their hives. But I was still in paradise. I was still submerged
in the exquisiteness and beauty of this whole different atmosphere, a plethora
of flora in nature’s simplest form. That was until I heard a familiar,
screeching, shrieking voice calling me for breakfast. I got up with a groan and
walked back inside the real miserable world I lived in.
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