Of Affluence, of Innocence

Ah, morning greenery soothes the eyes, caresses the mind, unburdens the heart! A month ago, a man of wealth and fame sat right on this bench and, the papers said, blasted away his weary, worried brains. Except for a note about deep boredom of a fully empty, affluent life, of his death nothing more today remains. But now, from atop this same cold, mute bench, a bouncy girl, barely three, walks and hops onto the mown grass, looks down and around. She peers curiously and smiles at an ant that stumbles along with some hefty load, cheering it on as it crawls on the ground. Ah, morning greenery soothes the eyes, caresses the mind, unburdens the heart!