Beneath a Shady Hideaway

Whether its sadness, perplexity or sheer delight, the one place I  constantly visit and spill my deep emotions to is the shady spot under the large mango tree, planted at a secluded area within my school. On a cold stone bench is where I would sit, submitting my sentiments to the towering tree bespectacled by worm-eaten leaves and glittering sun rays.In this haven of solemnity, I find a place for intrapersonal reflection where time is set at a slow, gratifying pace.  Engulfing my senses with the cool breeze and gentle whistle of the leaves, I make myself vulnerable to nature, acting with repose and exchanging my anxieties with a refreshing escapade of relaxation.