It was a beautiful morning; the wise old sun was shining brightly; almost majestically looking like it was bestowing knowledge upon its pupils: the lush green trees. A light downpour that happened the night before had made the leaves shimmer with beautiful morning dew as raindrops rolled over, gently kissing them. The earth smelled blissful, a familiar motherly scent. I could hear the birds singing and applauding the scenic beauty with noisy, mysterious little six- legged creatures complementing the song of the birds in perfect symphony. I could feel a light breeze hugging and embracing me as I sat beside a bed of flowers, witnessing little bees and butterflies sucking on nectar. I felt a bump on my head: it was a big, red ripe apple. I picked it up and decided to take a step forward. I felt the ground under me slip as the earth rotated. I found myself sitting inside a car, trapped on all four sides with cars and huge buildings encompassing me from all sides. Where had all the birds and beautiful little bugs gone? All I could hear was car horns, the sound of people quarreling and machines whirring away. My throat was blocked by smoke and I felt a vice like grip on my neck. I was left choking, trying to breathe as a pandemonium of people erupted, pushing me from side to side. I felt a never-ending burden on me as it sucked my soul out of me. The apple was shriveled into a dark rotten mess but it’s seeds were in my hands.

