As I walked towards Valley Parkway and the entrance to the Cleveland Metroparks, I felt the tug of nature in my heart. It was an irresistible pull; one that beckoned me away from the world of concrete. After I took one more step, I was within the land of trees, not of stone. The path gently curved downwards to the left, but away to my right, shrouded in mystery, was a strong sense of peace and comfort. It was a Friday afternoon after an especially long week of classes, and peace and comfort was precisely what I needed. I continued to walk down the path, and at the bottom of the slope, the path curved to the right in the direction of that comfort and peace I so desperately needed. This power that continued to emanate from the right seemed to grow stronger, almost as if I was descending into the heart of the forest, into the realm of true nature, unspoiled by the industry of man. As the path began to run straight again, I looked over to my right and felt the healing powers I sought directly before my eyes. It was a spot I had briefly noticed on biking trips through the Metroparks, but never had I felt a place with so much virtue. I felt in my heart that I needed this place, maybe as much as this place needed me. I turned to my right and walked through the low walls of stone, the barrier melting back…show more content… The birds in the trees above me continued to sing, adding another layer to my music. At the beginning of my song, they had been chirping much faster, but they began to chirp in time with the music. All of nature was alive and united in song. I had an audience as well. A woodchuck waddled out of the bushes on my right, chipmunks sat up on the stones, and squirrels ran across the grass. This uniting of nature created the peace and comfort that I had so desperately needed, and my guitar provided me with these feelings as