I hear human footsteps.

The face of the sun peeped out among the 9,630,959 people at a rate so hot that their cheeks shed little beads of sweat, the light filtered between the tall skyscrapers, but the cool and comfortable air stayed inside.

The desert days have passed, in this climate of rhymes, the flowers already germinate in passionate color, awakening the emotion of the people who look at them.

February, they have named you, the visitors ask for expectation and you respond to the garden miracle Garden with that flowering of emotion.

If the wind danced, I wouldn't know who to choose, because if it's the dahlia or maybe the jasmine.

What clear indecision in the face of youthful vehemence?

The footwear in the different shades appears between the different areas admired by the old, picaresque and musical magic of the desert in its theatrical presentation.

The show is just beginning,

the Calla Lily in search of her closet dressed in white, the Monacantha cornulaca bloomed in spring, received dew from orange to bluish green with scales, the Persian crotalaria slept with its hairless blanket, today we have it with petals pointy mustard-colored, meanwhile, a combination of salty and sweet essence flooded the diners who, enchanted, proved to increase their memory, its cone-shaped stem with its cylinder-shaped flowers in a perfect organization accommodate themselves in their rows like ladies waiting your soldiers at the correct airport.

The calotropis procera with its upright bearing showing its whitish flowers with purple spots rises in its unspeakable elegance and majesty, although it is covered with a secret that is better not to know because it may be lethal. covers the naked so they don't see the shame that the desert heat raises and the chemicals that relax below or perhaps the scorpion or lizard.

In the distance a company of damsels in black dress rises with profuse mystery and I will tell you their name in silence and only once. Black tulips.

If you have turned it elsewhere you will be fools, because a warned soldier does not die in war.

On the other hand, the lily in its bower covers some areas, its leaves in a velvety trio like hands joined in profession of unity, if you saw how it takes its time looking at you, how it embedded itself in your eyes making asylum in your mind, remembering many styles or some loves from before.

Sunflowers with their austere beauty, symmetrical armor, warrior's shell in the middle with its defense attached, smooth as sand upon contact with the feet, wide as the surface of the beach in the company of other petals around it.

Every year it is renewed without showing indecision, demonstrating its certain confidence in its point and indicating the fidelity it possesses by being rooted in the same stem where the sap feeds day after day. His unique personality of delicacy and bravery that seems to charm even men in kitchens

 As the uranium in strange homes does not get to hear some conversations, the man in nature does not hear the sound from within.

-Hey, Goofy.

- Goofy, Goofy.

- Gooofyyyyyyyyyyy.

 - I'm sorry Bomi, but I don't want to look, the sky is for me….

- What is? I'm sorry, but I can't see it.

- I don't know what to tell you, Bomi, could you explain the sky?

- I hear sometimes when these upstarts tell their wife my darling or the opposite and the rogues are smiling, stunned by that word.

- Yes, Bomi, this is the highest quality you can give someone.

- Ohm, I understand Goofy, that's why you don't want to look.

 -Okay, but tell me, what do you see in the clouds?

-I see the breathing of flowers without pollutants, the mirage of thousands of shoes walking with their plastics in their hands, the clothes tight to their bodies with their papers in their wallets, the cameras or their cell phones pointing to the front.

- Wao Goofy, I can see them too, but from down here, although there are some that are beyond the horizon, they are something else, but that will be another story. Can you see something else?

 -Yes, of course we see ourselves happy at the seabed, Boomi, in the midst of the excitement of the sea and the unique and clean color of his eyes.

- I love hearing that, they say that the sky's the mirror of the earth for a reason. I hope they do synergy very soon.

-Ok Bomi, ask Mozart something that is silent.

- I literally don't know where his head is.

-Mozart, hey friend, what's up?

-Mozart: Looking at the expressions of humans.

- What catches your attention friend!

-UHHH, apparently you like this, but sometimes I think they're crazy.

- Because what you say?

- They want something like that, but they don't like having little plants or planting a tree.

-I understand, I have also asked myself that question, maybe they just like to enjoy our companies in image quality when shooting from their cameras.

. If you may be right, but anyway they would be unhappy without seeing us or do they also have something else to drink or amuse them?

-Sure, many other things.

-Oh, of course I understand, answered Mozart. Do you miss horseback riding to the beat of the downpour, Bomi?

 - The earth has its ballads, sometimes fun, necessary and comfortable, but I cannot despise this moment of calm, silence and observation.

 - Haha, brothers we feel good like Lucas, Mickie, Pluto from Disney, but thanks for accepting us as part of the animal kingdom.

- Boomi: Let's remember that a tender heart is part of our family.

-You're right Mickie, this park teaches humans that in their new fantasies of the year the beautiful but ancient nature will exist.

- Yes, of course he insisted, we are characters in Disney; but there are hundreds of diversified petals in Dubai.

 I could say that for the first time in history the sky kissed the earth and embraced the depths of the ocean without any shyness, with such ardor in its lips that the disorders are spaced out to such an extent that they became extinct.