Patient Nature and Busy Mortals.

The sun shone brightly, waiting for the city-dwellers to complete their errands and wait for the peaceful sunset. The trees, a small garden to the right of the road, held high and spirited, wavering on the beats of wind and glee. The leaves and cables capped the tree, the branches served as a hand for the rest, the hard trunk, scratched massively was diluted with pain with time. A gardener with a light grey hair, bowed and watered the plants in a thrill. His stable hands hurried the pace and went on with his legs to the other side of the way. The greenery was revived, despite the heavy light from above, the water on the floor displayed tiny dust particles and a clear sun on the sky. The scene was mesmeric, the birds gathered around to have a clear-sun view and simultaneously quenched their thirst.
To the left of the vegetation was a road, unpacked yet unclear, busted with two, four and six wheelers. The busy human lives, hoisted with ambitions and deadlines, neglected the beauty around and absorbed themselves to the fast-forward lives. Their hands held accessories, their shoulders leaned due to heavy bags, eyes focussing on the front and lips blurting the unbeknownst office secrets and rumours.
And, thereby stood a rickshaw-puller with hope for request and a reliance to earn a few pennies by dripping a few more sweats. The afternoon was at its peak and so his questing eyes displayed mercy, with tattered clothes on his body, and his frail legs slowly paddling the heavy vehicle. The pedestrians overlooked his needs and accelerated their walks to reach their destinations. The scent of tea and coffee smoked the air, attracting the pairs of eyes to the small stall of hot beverages. The hot wind assisted in captivating the men and women to their humble set-ups.
The nature communicated silently and the mortals enunciated loudly, suppressing the thunderous sound of vehicles.