serenity

I sat on the steps in the backyard of my house and heard the noise from all the little kids next door. It has finally stopped raining and all the kids are outside playing. I can’t see them because they’re up front running around but I can certainly hear them. The sky is no longer grey and there’s still no sign of any sunshine, but instead the sky is a beautiful, calm blue and reddish color. It’s one of the little things in life that makes you grateful for your surroundings. These are the days I live for, the rain, the cool breeze every now and then and the after effect of the rainy days. With that comes the never ending chirping of the birds that cannot be seen but without a doubt are heard. Regardless of all the different sounds around me I can’t help but focus on the tree in my backyard. Since the day I moved to this house that tree has always fascinated me. It’s just so big and strong in a sense. I can’t help but feel at peace when looking at it. There’s other trees around, as well as houses beyond the tree; but the tree just stands there mighty. No birds, no falling leaves, and no movement; it’s almost as if it can’t be touched in any way. Just to think this tree started off as practically nothing at one point in history, and now it’s this huge, beautiful tree. I like to think of myself that way, I’m starting to grow into the person I’ll be one day.