Descriptive: Mud Grass and Sunshine

              I sit beneath a tall sturdy tree with a rough scale-like bark. Beneath me lies a patch of damp loamy soil with sprouts of green healthy leaves. Light colored candy wrappers and cigarette butts lie on the ground in contrast with the dark soil. Leaves, both healthy and fallen, dance and sway with the cool winds that constantly visit. In front of me is the view of the famous Sunken Garden, a pool of green grass with large spots of dried soil and scattered puddles of mud. Tall sturdy trees stand along the circumference of the place, giving shade to the brick red seats installed on the sides. Along the inner circumference is the grand stand with a bricked roof. On its two corners on the back are leaves of maroon and red. In front of it stands a row of tall beige flowers. I can see the little cute maya birds along with the white butterflies flap their wings in harmony as they glide across the field. A moment after observing the place, I see a little friend drop by. A weird-looking insect crawls underneath the sprouts of grass. Its head is large compared to its elongated body, and it is wiggling with its antennae. It crawls in a circular patter as if it is lost, misguided and confused. After a few seconds, it gets back on track and walks away. A suffocating smoke then fills my spot. It is smoke that comes along with the buzzing of the running motors of jeeps going by.

                These are the only little observations I can take note of among the little things waiting to be seen or discovered. In my short stay in the Sunken Garden, I get the chance to take a break and see the other things ignored by the busy eyes of people hurriedly walking. These are the things mostly insignificant but help remind us how beautiful the world is.