The ancient wood creaked as I sat down on the bench. I leaned back against the patterned wall, watching the golden rays creep up the path. The uneven stone path lay drowning in the flowing grass, damp from the morning dew. The shiny surface of the rocks sparkled like gems, its cracked and rough surface reflecting the sky along with images of birds swooping through the air. Once in a while, a chorus of chirps erupts, shattering the silence with the noise of nature. They glide with the wind, then land on fragile and slender oak branches. A light breeze of leaves danced elegantly to the lumpy earth. As they did so, they bent emerald blades of grass. Looking at the far side of my lawn, I see an untidy cluster of swollen flowers eating at my fence. 

Soon, the sun’s dazzle had reached me and I felt a lukewarm tickle slowly crawling up my body. I close my eyes and soon, I’m covered in a golden blanket of life. My surroundings flushed to a perfect hue. Just then, I breathed in and am hit with the musty scent of the trees, complemented by a sweet so grand, it tasted better than any food. It came from the array of greenery positioned in every coordinate of my property. My tongue swells in joy at this. A peace so strong I could I almost embrace it with my hobbit arms swept over my house. A faint calling rang from inside my hobbit home. Ah, dinner time. I waddled to the firm circular door and entered.