A serene park
The sun rose up from the east, shining bright orange rays into the park, turning it to life. Bats shunned and returned back to nest, while mynahs and sunbirds began to look for food. Joggers tapped their foot silently on the dew-filled tracks, old men walked and enjoy the Grayish silhouette of the park, breathing heavily on the grassy moist air. Apart from the occasional humming of the crickets and the rustling of leaves, everything remained quiet. Slowly, the sky above the park turned a little blue, it was time for the morning glory to shoot back to life while bullfrogs croaked to the mist enveloping the park.
Soon, the sun moved up a little, giving more light and more life to the park. Fishes in the pond began to feed on the mosquito larvae floating on the surface of the stagnant water. Kingfishers waited patiently by the perch for an easy target, but often distracted by the rapid buzzing of dragonflies finding a suitable area for breeding. Flame of the forests opened their flowers and instantly Honeybees sprint straight to the first blooming flower, scurrying around to gather enough nectar for their nests.
Honeybees worked diligently till noon when the sun proved too hot to resume work. Frogs took a cool bath in the pond, dogs sheltered themselves under trees, and birds flicked water on their feathers just to keep themselves cool. With more damage, the scouring sun made the jogging track baked and cracked. All activities ceased, with the exception of the trees, which enjoyed bathing under the strong and warm rays—the time when the trees undergo optimum photosynthesis.
Soon clouds gathered, and blanketed the sky. Temperature cooled. Before activities resumed, large droplets poured from the sky; birds sought refuge under trees, bikers ran into the nearest man-made shelter, toads burrowed underground. The rain relentlessly hit hard on the ground, turning it wet once again. Now, the soft patting of the rain was the only sound that could be heard, but it sounded so much like a rhythm, a rhythm that came from the park.
Dark clouds split and almost suddenly the chirps and gawks started, as though calling everyone back to work. Dogs, delighted of the cooling of temperature, lazed around the pond, watching ripples caused by raindrops dropping off from tree leaves. The grass field, waxed with water looked bright golden under the reappearing sun, appealed egrets to rest upon it.
Then, the sky changed hue again, but now turning into deep dark shades of purple. The waning crescent moon lightened up the park. Some light fell straight into the water, reflecting the motion of the moving waters; some light threw at trees to form shadow. As the rest of the animals went to sleep, nocturnal animals turned alive. Grey owl sat quietly on a branch, eyeing for a prey to come; with sharp-like claws which gripped the prey so firm that it could not even squeaked for help—death was instant. Nightingales strolled quietly by the pond, listening to the croaking of toads. As we, humans, laid asleep in our beds, these creatures worked quietly in the dead of the night. And yet, everything to us seemed so still, so tranquil, so surreal.
As the stars shifted its initial position across the sky and the moon covered and uncovered by passing clouds, dawn arrived. The mynahs and sunbirds began to look for food, Joggers tapped their foot silently on the dew-filled tracks, old men walked and enjoy the Grayish silhouette of the park, breathing heavily on the grassy moist air that filled the park.
And as it seemed, the day just repeats itself, the cycle never change. It was just a typical day of a park.
This was what i wrote 2months ago, before i took my CA examinations...Tomorrow will be my English paper, who cares right? Hahaha...Mid-yr ain't important, just try my best. I should have posted it earlier so maybe can have some comments...
