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III - Fields

The grass was sprinkled generously with dew, like tear droplets, sparkling and shining as the sun shone its dusky glow. As far as the eye could see, fields stretched like a never ending sea of greens and yellows, oranges and pinks in the sunset's lazy and laughing smile. In the flourishing prairie, three trees had made their home in a perfect triangular formation; two of them were on the slope of the field and one on the dip where a gentle river spewed its glossy tears. They were oak trees, tall statues of the wild, guards of Mother Nature's precious saplings, buds and blossoms, with trunks strong as stone, their bark carved with a million faces, some smiling, some frowning, laughing or crying, screaming and whispering, glimpses of the sights the trees had seen; the storms that had ripped at their leaves, the sun that had parched their roots and the moon which white washed them night after night. That was survival back then, the trees thought watching the flowers tucked into their pots. 

At the third tree, the farthest point of the triangle, the river rushed past. All rivers lead to the ocean and oceans are the heart of the party, the mosh pit in which bodies collide, pushing each other down only to pick each other back up again, rejected and reclaimed by the ocean's currents. Insects dance above the stream, carefully avoiding the river's greedy claws which seemed to say join the party! join the party! but the ocean's party is one that anyone rarely leaves alive.

The sun glittered through the tree's leaves, hot golden raindrops gliding over the slippery rocks into the water's grasp. A few other trees grew on the other side of the river, though lanky and youthful in their disposition they stood like guards of the river, guiding it through a pathway to the sister fields and beyond. Through them, you could see the other meadows and hills, dotted occasionally with trees and other flora; the falling sun clutched to them, the sky now blushing purple and mahogany, bloody oranges and deepening blues as daylight faded away.