The Overlooked Corner.

After a continuous rain the day before, I woke up to a mist of sunshine in the early spring and decided it was an ideal day to write my nature description. Walking out of the car in Henzel Park, with occasional breezes gently brushing my hair, I stepped onto the moistly grass and started observing the park for my "special place." Shielding my eyes from the soft morning sunshine, I noticed specks of pink on …

…staccatos from the orange-black birds. They jumped playfully from one branch to another, mixed with the rest, seemed to be merely visible. The irregular swifts of their feathers with the mezzo forte chirpings of the little creatures seemed to wave into a graceful sonata. Taking the role of the tailor, Spring had decorated this overlooked corner into a blissful place, twisting the beauty of the nature with the elegance from the songs of the birds.