Shinocturne

Things couldn't have been much better than the present. The robins were perched on the branches of the old birch tree, chirping their melodious birdsongs to their respective mates. The air in the park was no longer weary and dull from the fogging from recent times, but renewed and airy, as if a magical gust of wind passed by the area and took all that toxicity away. The fields bloomed with daisies once more, free from the hands that maimed their beauty mercilessly before. The lake was as clear as crystals, reflecting the blue skies earnestly, fishes swimming freely in the depths, free from all sorts of pollution and taint. The magnificent old birch tree stood tall and proud in the center of it all, as if it were the guardian watching over the park. The silent inhabitors of the park were grateful for having their utopia restored to its previous glory. For many seasons they have endured the destruction of the place they called their home, and as if in a response of rage and loss of patience, mother nature unleashed her fury, scathing the trespassers and their intentions to invade. However, it took many more a season for the park to return to its once resplendant state. The silent inhabitors were hoping that such a devastating catastrophe would never strike them again. After all, the park is all they have, and to them the park was of utmost prominence that they held close to their tiny hearts. Bless them all.

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Something very random. Lol. Don't ask, really. I don't know how this got here, so there's no point in asking me. It took me by surprise, came out of nowhere and ended up here. Hahah, well, I'll blog something else when I feel like it. Ciaos~

it's 8:03 PM now