was three quarters cement and the other quarter was the pool. There was the occasional

planter with wilted flowers and the tree in a small little corner by the pool. When I looked

up the telephone wires covered the sky and for miles in every direction were dense

amounts of buildings. Then as sweet as an answered prayer, I moved four years ago to a

house with an untended, neglected backyard, which would later be my sanctuary.

When I moved into this house it was not the most beautiful house at first, but soon the

dirt turned to grass and the stick trees flourished with leaves. Within my backyard are two

levels: plateau in top and a small canyon below. In this canyon grows the greenest, softest

grass that even smells sweet when it is fr

the climax of any day, but especially in my backyard. My sunset unwinds the deepest part

on me and tell me goodnight while gently caressing my hair with the moonlight.

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, wind blows, wind blows trees, birds play, throughout day, song wind, blows trees,