The sun gleams, glistening on the droplets showered on the long sheds of grass. Short, stumpy trees hold handfuls of brightly coloured green leaves trying to soak up the sunlight. A sweet honey, tropical smell lingers, glancing at the silky white flowers also reaching up to the sun. The long sheds of grass tickle the soles of my feet as I brush my long gentle fingers along a flower bush erupting a different smell, a creamy apple and berry smell. A sweet symphony echoes from a tree a short distance away, grabbing my attention as the trees escape from vision and new different sorts appear, oak, maple and pine. The whistling wind floods through each individual leaf making a cool, soothing noise. Then, silence.