My Appreciation of Nature
Sitting in the middle of a grassy field always makes you feel at home, though you have to be in the right spot. As I look beyond the small invisible circle that I call my own space, I feel like I am swallowed up in a green sea. Faraway there is a bird song that is faint yet beautiful. Besides that, silence is the only noise. I see the grass slightly move as a gentle breeze passes through. It hits my face and my hair blows. The sky is like a canvas and the clouds are painted by a simple brush dipped in the whitest white paint. Another breeze sweeps the loose strands of grass off my paper, just as a broom would do.
-My appreciation of nature