Nature is victorious. I sit in this park, reminding myself of where I am. In Jamaica, Queens and this park feels like stepping into another realm. I’m alone in this scene, with no one around me, the neighborhood noise muted. The essence of the trees brings me back to Earth, their beautiful colors, never realizing the diversity each tree has, as an individual, until now. These beings support systems within the mystic law, family to the birds creating life in their arms. Observing how natural it is just to be, maybe this is one of their many missions in their lives, being home to other life, a safe haven, a place to hide. Trees are overlooked, they’re alive, very wise, and have years of connection to this planet. I’ve got to learn the names of trees. The willows lean comfortably over the water, almost as if they're wanting a sip. I see what looks like a cherry blossom, leaves white with a hint of pink, and peddles all over her bed but she still looks full and lively. Another tree, whose true form I see fully, will be transforming into its glorious form soon. Green buds sit atop her head. On her branches, a bird fresh from a bath shakes dry, and another is just starting its bath, enjoying the cool water. Whenever I see a bird bathing, I think of nudity. Being bare naked, cleansing myself while the rest of nature surrounds me, birds chirping, lions resting mighty, snakes slithering above. I’m knocked out of my daydream by the geese. They swam towards me, eyeing the chocolate I was eating. We forget that we are very connected to nature, this Earth, we can control the weather if we want. We are powerful. They began to swim around me, all of them synchronized, moving according to the rhythm of whatever energy we shared at the moment, maybe they could sense my appreciation of their home, and they sat with me. After a while, they swam in the direction of some children mocking their calls. Not too long after that, another goose swooped in, flippers skimming the water, and started chasing the others. The goose kept playing around, the others honked him to stop, he would swim away calmly and all you would hear was “WOOOSH” and he was back again. I couldn’t help but laugh, witnessing this behavior from animals is always peak entertainment. In the middle of the pond sits an island. Trees, rocks, and bushes, this is where the geese remain from what I’ve seen. Looking closer, I see their youth, playing in the dirt and rolling around worry-free. A man on a skateboard catches my attention, he leaves a trail of freedom as he glides through. I want to get back to skateboarding, I’ve never flown before but I’m sure the feelings give the same stimulation. Passing everyone by and living in your own time, that's how it feels. I notice everything keeps grabbing my attention, the willow tree on the island swaying back and forth, I look down at the comfy-looking bed of grass at its feet. I imagine making love in that spot, the willow caressing naked bodies. The smell of mary jane waltzes through my nostrils. Being under the influence of this scene, it's the little things in life. Taking time to be present at this moment, I feel so at peace. Breathing in the air deeply, releasing fully, moments like this remind me, that life is a gift. To live, to be in pain, to lose, to win, and be on top of the world, all of the bumps in the road, there is beauty in all of it. The things that make life, life. We move so fast daily, our actions, our minds, how can we process it if we don’t sit down? Daily, even if the sights aren’t particularly attractive, I grab things with my eyes, taking in my surroundings, capturing the essence of the moment, and acknowledging my thoughts as I scan my surroundings. Gazing upon certain things fuels the creative train in my mental station, igniting my love for words and how this world has so much to be inspired by.
