The sun was amazingly beautiful yet fragile; It sparkled through the half dead winter trees as it brought them back to life temporarily, and would suddenly disappear behind moving white clouds overpowering the morning sky. The moon soon became another seeming appearance of an odd cloud, and the shadows slowly became unshy. Unfortunetly, at the stopsign i could hear; The bird's songs change into clanging engines, and the clouds would go from white to grey. The sun, once proud and bright, was overgrown by grey frames of choking chemicals, losing it's peaces and becoming just another light under a shade in a home. No longer were minds pondering peaceful events, and concentration was brought down to annoyance.
A big public vehicle stopped infront of me, the noises inside brought hesitation. I just woke up from my dream, i know, and now i'm back in reality.
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