Sitting on a hill of crisp lion brown grass, while the sun beats down rays of light and warmth on my back, I take a break from my school work to admire the world around me. Leaves rain down from a tall, thick, sturdy tree.  I watch as bees zoom by me in search of luscious flowers to suck from. I hear a flute playing in the distance.  The notes seem to compliment the beauty of the nature, reflecting the crinkling of the falling leaves and the buzz of the bees.  Suddenly God's creation is overpowered by the sight and sound of man's creation as a golf cart races by.  I wonder how this makes God feel.  Is He proud of man's creations or upset that man would dare to disrupt the peace and tranquility of His own creation? I don't know and I don't have time to wonder because the school bell calls me back to the world of man's creation.