I heard the chirping of birds nestled in the trees.
The low hum of children playing and people talking in the distance.
Leaves rustling in the calm breeze.
The quite chirp of a cricket hiding in the grass.
Squirrels jumping branch to branch above me and hopping in the grass, scavenging for nuts.
Insects buzz around my head.
The high pitched "SLAP" of my hand hitting my skin as a mosquito attempts to make me the main course of his lunch.
A faint, quick, clicking sound appears, as it grows louder I notice it is a biker approaching. I listen as the clicking gets louder and louder until the sound is right in front of me and then again fades until I no longer hear the clicking.
I hear muffled, delicate, trotting sounds approach and fade as joggers pass by.
The occasional quack of a duck.
Random disturbance of the lake from fish jumping, and frogs and ducks entering the cool water creating different pitches of "plopping" sounds.
Calm waves swish as they wash up upon the shore of the lake.
Quick, light steps of a toddler running appear behind me.
His young, stress-free laughter and squeals fill the air.
A man on the phone with an angry tone paces around the grass. His heavy footsteps trampling and crunching everything in his path.
The sounds of Greenfield lake turn into a peaceful symphony surrounding me.
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