It is early morning, the birdsongs have barely gain momentum, and the oncoming heat still kept at bay by evaporating dew. A red fox glared at me as I disrupt its patrol of its dominion. A flash of white as a deer dashes away into the undergrowth. The world was for a moment tranquil, the fanfare of last night's festivities gradually becoming a distant memory.
For a moment, I stood on a tiny part of America that the forefathers have behold. A land undisturbed by the inventions of mankind, unfettered by the pollution of machinery.
This is when the true colours of America became apparent. Not red, white and blue, but the lush green of grass gently swaying in the breeze, of the multi colour pebbles being polished in the creek. It is the variance of azure highlighted by the rising sun. It is the ever changing hue of dirt peeking from underneath sashaying shadows of towering trees. The silent strength of America salient in its fertility.
Red, white, and blue is an over simplification, even superficial. The sublime power of these The United States of America has always originated from the blend of colours that toil its soil to make it fruitful. Red, black, brown, yellow, white and all the other colours of the rainbow striving for a common goal. We must remember that, like the spectacular fireworks we admire the night before, variety and colours are what make life interesting and enriching in the US.
God Bless America!
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