She's Beauty: Memorial Park

Thesis:

I am sure that only a small portion of its atendees have fully captured the true beauty of Memorial Park.

Body Paragraph:

I have ran this track many times. Actually, I'm pretty sure many people in this classroom have also done the same. It's not this, the track, that truly mesmerizes me, but some trail to the south of the softball field this is my haven into ultimate transcendence into the natural world. The trails, which run deep into actual woods, are what they are: trails. No pavement, no lamps, no destination. They start at a central point and split into 5 trails that all interweave all within. Within, there is a diversity of trees and shrubs, like a diverse neighborhood without discrimination. Like Houston. There is a stream that is directly below one of the trails and is a steep 20 foot climb down, which is very dangerous. It's nature's warning signs. The trees, high and divine, speak at times, "whooshing" at you, though in times of peace they are at peace and quiet. Some trees have been split due to lightning and have established themselves as markers, one giant tree taking the appearance of a statue of a large head, resembling some old African head sculpting. This is where I feel one with this earth. The more you dwell here, the harder it is to leave. It has treated me and many others as an escape from the cosmopolitan life, the dreariness of traffic, the redundancy of school and work, the roads, the concrete, and the cars. It's a good place to get in touch with nature, like meeting-up with good old friends that you haven't seen in a long time and wonder why you spend so much time apart since it they have so much to do with your make-up.