The vast expanse above, littered with a slight glittering of lights, as though an unknown painter, had hastily put together the night sky in one day. There below, the fields rested, as though sleeping from a long day’s work, but still, oblivious to the world below, more interested in what hung above. There, the trees that rooted themselves to the ground, swayed and leaned in the night, as they drifted off to sleep, transfixed by the night sky. A gentle breeze swished through the branches of the trees, the leaves floating in the air, only stopped by the thin branches, some break free as others struggle around them.
As the sun rose, the morning dew clung to the grass blades, in the air and high in the sky. The ground, wet like an old rug, left out to dry on a rainy day, a slightly muggy feel. The dew in the air, propelled along by the same breeze that the leaves were so eager to join, though, unlike the leaves, the water was free, free to go wherever it liked.
At midday, when the sky is at its highest point in the sky, when the air is heavy with humidity, the sun is merely a silhouette in the sky. Poking through the light grey clouds, casting golden beams of light on the waking ground below. The clouds that hung above, moved labouriously, pushed along by unseen forces. The lights of the night sky are long gone by now, gone with them is the beauty of the night, and the unknown shadows. The fertile fields of green and yellow are a smattering on the countryside hills and plains. Through this scene, is something that does not belong, an alien object not of this world, a road, a tarmac road.
The metal boxes known as cars thunder along, day by day, most of the people inside these soulless metal boxes pay no attention to the countryside around them. Only a few, mainly children look out the windows with beaming faces. Occasionally one of these metal boxes will invade the green and yellow fields, park its caravan behind. Build a campfire, scaring off the kind spirits of the night, and churn up the once beautiful ground. Leaving a scar, upon the countryside.
