All The World's A Stage

The Heat is On

What does it mean to live a simple, yet, fulfilling adventure? Does it require one to fulfill a dream from the past? Would it be logical to suppose that a fulfilling life is similar to the likes of a hard worker's? Such questions have yet to be answered, nor questioned amongst the playing children who stood before the swaying tree that gently shades their small, fragile bodies from the sun's graceful light.

The scorching sun could not help but smile towards the lively humans in the very park. Lively, yet, lovely. That was the perfect description of the children's playful laughs and games as their guardians watched over with a sense of protection, while their minds bugged off the potential, piling work their workplace may hand them the day after tomorrow.

Today, the smiling sun and its green trees were swaying, gently as swaying sunflowers of the ground. Near the playground of the playing children would one find a child on a cap, his lips and tongue met the flavor of the vanilla ice cream. Imperfect with its melting status, but his expression kept on with a beaming smile regardless of its imperfection.

Children with their different striped shirts would hide a given candy in their comfortable pockets in their pants. Running around the playground like fools in a play, but such fools are considered to be viewed highly by their beloved guardians, as a mother picked up her child, kissing her forehead with mere affection and love.

And in a matter of a second, the breezy wind welcomes two athletes with their running feet on the red park path. Today, the sun feels a little beamy today. And their response to such a heat would always end up with an individual's hands scraping the sweat on their foreheads, while the other wipes his face as soft as silk.

A goal of truth, a goal of health and a goal of improvement were goals that had already been implanted into their very minds. As a poodle passed by the two runners, it couldn't help but simply bark as its paws try to reach their skin. Only for it to be stopped by its collar, stopped by its very own owner. A red expression came into mind, the poodle would then face her mighty wrath, the scolding of its very life.

Like a butterfly in the presence of roses, a blonde girl would chuckle in response to her man regardless of his fit. Under the very tree surrounded by nothing but an opened basket filled with sandwiches. The couple rest their bodies on the comfortable picnic mat in peace, their hearts beating at the very same rhythm, their eyes gazing upon each other like mirrors, their fingertips interlocked like intertwined vines on a tree, as the butterfly rests on the chosen rose it laid its eyes upon.

The grass of the park was still soft like yesterday, no one would dare to besmirch the silky grass with even a scent of their sweat. A bee, a worm and a butterfly. They were all there, like a waltz in a ball. From dancing in the aroma of the flowers to digging the ground like a mole. The playground of the children from before remained near, so it was only to be expected that the children would find a millipede to give their friends a very frightening experience.

And finally, lies a man who flies up from the sky like a cloud. As his slender body laid on the grass like a bed, surrounded by a field of roses, surrounded by a field of sunflowers, surrounded by a field of calm solitude. Whereas he found silence in noise, he found noise in silence.

Accompanied by the beaming sun, the clouds smiled just the same. Birds could be heard chirping, feeding its nestlings at their very nests. His fingertips reached down his pocket, opening a gold locket in his palms, revealing a smiling brunette in her uniform, revealing a calm waterfall from his eyes, revealing his expression that'd say: "Thank you, for a wonderful experience."