The house

The house elevated up to the sky with its shady rooftop peering down
on me as if i was a ant. It was morbid and offensive. But if you could
get past this bleak of greyness and move to the otherside of the house
and into the garden you would see something different altogether. With
the sun shining a pyramid of light through the darkness, you will see a
magnificent ray of beaming green that covered the house. It was a
meadow of grass that was overwhelming. It gave life to nature, for
animals ran through it like a jungle with no care in the world for
nothing will harm them here.
At the end of the garden stood a tree alone with a blosson of pink,
birds nested in it while insects crawled all over it. It was buzzing
with life as it hung over a river that swiftly moved through the
garden. A sprinkle of water splashed against the banks giving it
essence and movement.
I inhaled the air feeling its freshness and i felt i was being born
again into the surroundings of paradise. If i stayed in the front of
the house, i would not of known what beauty lay behind it.

By catherine hare