The bittersweet cliche well represents the disaster and tranquility of the field where I stand. Nature itself brings several metaphorical expressions to mind due to the capacity to begin and end itself at any time. There is always a source of tranquility hiding and sprouting out of the background, but sometimes it is a picture perfect sensation staring the rest of the world in the face. In the same line, a heaping pile of disaster can be the force that shatters hope for the people despondently searching for the peace. Overall, the two together does not bring confusion unless focus is pointed to that belief, but the view is always going to be distorted according to personality. Looking at the field positively and negatively can create a sense of togetherness between the two and can draw a new meaning from a biased mind.
             A negative view of the field depresses the magnificent alertness that nature has compacted to areas beyond sight. Obviously, a storms passion has produced the field of enweaved disarray. Branches of trees and torn homes of wildlife scattered the ground in no believable order like they used to be. The simple organization of an open field, perimetered by two-storied trees that flow with solid leaved branches perfectly intertwined like wheels on a clock working together to generate something useful, has all been erased. Massive piles of dead wood and browned leaves stand taller than half a trunk missing it's snapped off counterpart and, what was left standing had been stripped beyond the bark. But, there is a reaction of relief in dreadful times.
             A positive view generates a new fresh breeze and opportunities to improve the look of the wild field. Wildlife has gone into a distinctive "fight or flight" role, yearning for the comfort of home and an overabundant natural food source once again. This is apparent because of their excited high-pitched songs or rustled scurries in
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