GO CLIMB A TREE

so i was at the park,in a tree, like any other day. it was so amazing, being in the air, being rustled by the wind with the leaves around me. the sun was beginning its descent under the ocean. a turkey vulture screeched above my head, as it dove to end a squirrel's life. life-and death. to of the most frightening and beautiful things. they're the only things you can be sure of. you never realize how philosophical it is to climb trees. i could breathe in the consciousness of my surrounding, inhaling the air that has been processed from an animal to plant. but from behind me i heard the grass press down from footsteps. i turned to see who it was, and received the most vicious   glare a middle aged woman could produce. to her, i must've been, well maybe, satan? but the look was so vile, i couldn't fathom it against the pure beauty i had just encountered. but why? why was it so strange for a teenage girl to be in a park by herself? why was it so unnatural to her that i could be so possessed by simple wonders? maybe it was the patches on my jacket that made me stereotypical hoodlum. maybe it was that i wasn't with somebody, or that i wasn't doing a recreation activity such as soccer. what could put a woman in such a harsh place towards nothing. maybe i had just caught her at the wrong time.maybe she was having personal issues with her own life, and all she really wanted to do is sit in a tree and re-coop. but the world is too precious to make other peoples lives and your own miserable, so i like to take time to fall in love with my surroundings again