note: imagery focused, written on 03/19/2024
The sun peeked through the flora, the trees clawing their way to the skies, entangling to reach high and cover the majority of the blue skies so they weren’t as visible from the ground. The pond’s water was a beautiful hue, sharing the same hue as paraiba tourmaline, glittering the same way when sunlight shines through. Sticks are scattered on the bed of the pond, and the trees are adorned with beautiful pink blooming flowers. Some trees were wispy and their arms hung low, their vines grazing the water when the wind blew. Leaves covered the whole view and it smelled fresh, the air clean, far different than the tainted city breeze. It was so enchanting and mystical, the greenery was like a mirage. The world stops for a second.