These I have hated...
The screech of a baby crying in vain and despair, reaching into your heart with its anxiety;
The intense suffering of exquisite pain, that fills you at the loss of someone beloved and dear to your heart;
The contemptuous laughter of someone you know, discouraging and direspecting both you and your confidence.
Yet these things are offseted by the many things that I love...
The rushing stream, glistening in the sunlight, trickling through the intricate crevices and rocks;
The rustling of the leaves as they fall from the treetop, the light filtering through and dappling the golden leaves on the forest floor;
The musky smell of new rain, seeping into the undergrowth bringing the earth to life as the insects scuttle out;
The warmth of a sweet cup of tea, destroying the blight of winter, that has taken hold of the depths of your body and soul;
An iridesant rainbow, captivating your mind with its exquisite beauty;
The roar of the waves, echoing in your ears, and the sault of the surf leaving a tingle in your skin;
The gush of a waterfall, its cold, smoth fingers masarging into your skin and its sweet clear lingering on your tongue;
The spectacular site of a sunset, shimmering in the sky, putting you in a daze with its swirling hypnotic colours.