Pure Beauty

I do not truly understand how so many people can make their way around or past the park without taking a look inside...

Do people really not see what I see?

That every living thing, no matter the color, size, or noise it makes is beautiful? That with every flower that blooms, the promise that there will be a tomorrow is evident? That every dying tree is proof of the past? That every calling animal is proof that there is life outside our species, and that there are other ways of survival?
People see the park as entertainment. A place to take the kids to run off some steam, a place to leave themselves behind, much like the movie theater. I see it as a reminder of what true beauty really is.
The beauty of nature is perfect...because it has to be. I believe that no one person is perfect, but nature, the pure beauty of the earth, is the very definition of perfection.

Today I have concluded: That the sounds of nature isn't really sound at all. It's the string of thoughts that come to the surface of our consciousness when nature brings us to that level of peace.