Yet then it engulfs you into its embrace.
Sitting down, it is quiet, empty,
Yet pregnant with endless possibilities.
The calm after the chaos.
As you sit and listen all around,
You are met only with the gentle rustling of the trees.
The like a jolt, a whistle pierces the air,
But is then absorbed into the calm.
Tranquil, relaxed, calm, and slow.
Brave birds of the urban environment glide bye,
Filling the air with excited music.
Their life and wonder reminding the space,
Of the chaotic masses who fill its halls.
Loud, hectic, young, and free.
Distant sounds echo from afar,
Cars, horns, bells, and whistles.
Emerging through the calm of the air,
Infiltrating the glorious space.
Close, yet distant, safe from the world and full of life.
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