A Day at Memorial Park
As I take my first steps into the fresh cut field I feel the squishy wet grass and instantly think of the large blanket I’ve brought with me, thankful I have it to sit on. I find a shady damp spot under a lively apple tree. I start to take in all my surroundings, noticing many things going on in my small area. I acknowledge that even in such a small park every area has its own activities happening. As I take the area in I notice how lively the field is even with no one running through it, see how loved and acknowledged the playground is by people of all ages, and how the trees surrounding the area have made it their home.
The deep green rolling field may look as if it is dead and deserted. However, I can see a whole new world going on. I spot butterflies fluttering around landing graciously on tiny purple and orange flowers, which are growing in luscious patches throughout the grass. I notice now a large dragonfly lands upon blades of grass with tiny drops of water and sucking them up, then zooming off to find another blade to rest upon. The yellow and black bumble bees are buzzing around zipping from blossom to blossom collecting the sweet nectar. Shooting up and up into the tall blooming trees where I am assuming a hidden beehive is, to unload the sugary fluid and returning again to resume their everyday duty. I see an orange and white feline sprinting through the field struggling to catch and devour all three insects, and unfortunately, failing miserably. When the cat gets weary of this activity, it sluggishly walks over to a shaded spot beneath a weeping willow for its regular catnap. I notice a small bird leaping around the grass and pecking at a mound of yellow dandelions that are flowing in the wind underneath a tall oak tree. The little bird starts squawking at the inanimate flowers as if it was having an argument with the small cluster. I spot a German Shepard with black and brown shades leaping into the air attempting to...
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