lost within my sleep, I am illusioned by a dream. Confused by the
situation, I hear sirens and flashes of light, rigorously delivering discomfort.
Perplexed by the ordeal, I twist and turn and suddenly I awaken. Breathing
heavily I take a sigh of relief realizing that distorted sounds of the sirens
were only that of my alarm. As I get up of my bed, I draw back the blinds and
slide across my fogged window. I find nothing but pure blackness, and the flurry
of the morning chill. I am discouraged but I know that this day will grow to be
the most beautiful things on earth. As I stare up overhead at a moonlit sky
surrounded by the thousand “pinpoint”, I smell coolness of eucalyptus
extracted from the giant trees, and the fresh scent of air, so pristine and
untouched by mankind. All I can hear is the blackness of the atmosphere. There
is no life, and the world is at peace, it is at rest. Then suddenly, the slumber
is ceased, and the day awakens. The stars begin to fade and the first light of
day appears. The eyes of the earth slowly opens and elegance of the sun
gradually emerges above the horizon from the far east, painting vivid patches of
red, orange, and blue. Suddenly I see flocks of birds flying from nowhere in a
disfigured “V” formation as I hear the wake up call of the rooster somewhere
across the dew and mist of the morning air. Although so soft, I hear trickling
from the trees drenched by the cleansing morning rain clashing with the sweet
songs of the birds within them. As every single second goes by, the sun rises
higher and higher, warming up the earth and lighting the sky. The earth has
awakened. Comforted by the tranquility, I lay back to rest and contemplate on
whether this gracefulness will last. Relaxed, I once again fall into a deep
sleep. Taking each breath as it comes. All I felt was the warmth’s of my
blanket, and all I could see was the pitch-blackness induced by the closure of
my eyelids. Unexpectedly, a furious flash of light ignites, and the violent
sounds of the siren develop, I scream but I can not hear myself cry. I faintly
see my mother. She lays peacefully on a tar ruined lane, I run to her, but every
step seems to convey me further away from her. I hear her cry, but her cry
stops, she calls for my help. She calls my name. “Peter!” I hear. Sounding
so terribly real, and agitated by the situation, I twist and turn and suddenly I
awaken to the kind touch of my mother’s hand. “Are you okay Peter?” mother
asked. All I could do was hug her and tell her “I loved you!” My heavy
breathing transforms into drips of tears but they dry before my mother could
see. I reflect on the dream, and consider that maybe the dream had a meaning. Am
I taking my mother for granted? As I peacefully sit out on the front porch, I am
struck by the powerful radiance of sun. It demonstrates all its intensity and
solar power. Like on a desert island, I can feel the unbearable heat burning my
skin but it is constantly soother by the friendly greeting of a southern wind.
The trees dance from to right, rustling their leaves together making the sound
as one might do with their hands on a cold day. The heavens above looking also
much like the earth itself, with the vast baby blue oceans encompassing the
floating white islands with silver shorelines. After few hours of contemplating,
I looked up once more, and all I saw was the tiredness of the earth, accompanied
by a rich red. The earth is tired and weary, and I guess it must rest. Howling
winds are sent once again to cool the earth. The birds far above fleet to where
they once originated. As they fly across the warm horizon, the sun falls beyond
them into a land far west. Like the dawn of day, the sky is once again filled
with the magnificent array of colour. Showing a red heat near the sun, but a
blue coolness away in the east. Darker and darker the world becomes, but moonlit
sky accompanied by the glittering stars overcomes the fear of darkness. The
magnificence and beauty of the cycle day only left us with the heavens to watch.
And tomorrow we will once see the cycle continue, but this time I hope someone
else will respect its beauty. The beauty of a day here on Earth is a beauty long
taken for granted. We all have experienced it, but does not appreciate it until
it is gone, but I fear when that time comes, the beauty will be lost forever.