The All Seeing Eye

It was evening. The sun turning the sky into many shades of purples, pinks, and oranges. The cool temperatures of night begin to settle. The symphonic noise of crickets gives life to the dead evening. A soft breeze blows in off of the small lake in which swans begin their evening meals. The subtle thunder of cars on the road nearby gives a sort of whispering effect. You begin to hear a heated conversation of two men beneath. As if knowing you heard, there is a bang. One man is left as the other runs into the distance but you must not intervene with humans. You are a magnificent maple. You witness all events and actions of this beautiful dignified place.