In this paracosmic second , you the reader are breathing. Your lungs contract and fill up with air multiple times a minute. 

The grass dances in the wind, 

Sounds of a crying child fill the air 

Dogs play about trampling across the lush green field

A  cathedral fills the backdrop of bustling park

Hundred year old trees stand colossal over the insignificant civilisation 

An aura like ambience is casted on shadows of people as they walk past

Then the cycle repeats itself