As I was walking with my daughter to the park, the sun light was in my left eye. it felt great, to have the sun on me that is.
A long cold winter. And now I can enjoy this walk with my daughter hand in hand. We look at the multitude of flowers lining the street. Each petal with its own personality. spring grass sprouting up from the cracks in the sidewalk. squinting from the brightness, to look for more nature.
Cars pass, the street looked more downtrodden. As we make it closer to the park, the area seems infested with garbage. nearby I see a refuse bin filled with beer bottles and a dozen roses that must have been dead for ages.
The sun is the same, bright glowing orb in the sky, shining down on this unforsaken place. The grass dissapears and is replaced with dirt.The flowers replaced with rocks and broken glass.
Still hand in hand I inform my daughter of one of the greatest lessons in her life. The ability to care for ones environment, the joy of cleaning up and knowing that flowers will grow where the broken grass once lay.