Hermann Park

I sit here attempting the creation of art.
There is a beautiful scenery that words cannot describe. It is so tranquil, people pass by me and all they see is another face mixed in with the scene they are passing as they proceed to their predetermined destination.
The warmth of the sun against my skin does nothing to warm my heart.
The cool of the breeze through my hair does nothing to ease my frustration.
I want to write poetry.I want to draw this beautiful landscape.Yet, there is a wall in m head that won't allow me do so.
If I couldjust draw on paper what my eyes are seeing. it is a sight that one rarely takes the time to admire and appreciate. Here in this wonderful place created by both man and nature are many worlds intertwined.
You, the jogger, all you see is the path in front of you, completely unaware of the scenes on either side of you as train for your objective.
You, the lonesome walker, you also just see the path in front you completely unaware of the nature that surrounds you being so preoccupied and lost in your own thoughts.
You, the on-looker, look at who is around you, not what surrounds them.
You, the photographer, amongst dozens, it would seem that you would appreciate the natural beauty, but no, you use the light, the background, to "enhance" a person's beauty as you search for that perfect shot.
You, the family man, seize the land to welcome your family here, since it is the only time you can semi-comfortably spend with them through-out your work-filled week.
You, the lovebirds, you take in the landscape to win each others feelings as you try to have that "perfect" date.
And I, I sit here writing what I see. And what I see is a number of small worlds that collectively form the Hermann Park Galaxy. It is just one of many on this earth. Yet, almost all are the same, filled with people who gather in one place for various reasons, yet we all share this tranquil moment and almost all together fail to enjoy as we are to concerned with our own affairs.