Try, if you will, to imagine:
A stream embroidered with algal threads running gently between two grassy banks.
Birds have landed two metres away.
The breeze gently rustles the native trees, adding sparkle to the shine endowed by sun. And the blue above is picturesque – cloudless azure. The yellow-green tendrils of tree only highlight the sky’s radiance.
Dragonflies skirt the stream, butterflies flutter by, and you lay languidly on the lawn.
You hear the distant rumbles of a plane and suddenly you are laughing as you recognise the people falling from the sky – armed with multicoloured parachutes and glee.