A yard in suburbia

The wind blows the leaves down the sidewalk, past the cookie-cutter houses with their repetitive design, a common trait of suburbia that seems to add to the apearance of calm. As the leaves tumble into a yard, well manicured to suit such a neighborhood, the blades of fresh-cut grass remain still and undisturbed. It is a perfect mimicry really, the way the blades conform to one another,as the houses do, creating such a calm appearance. It must be noticed then, the depth, that underneath that balmy green blanket there is a different reality. Frenzied insects crawl amongst a turmoil of vegatation and rough soil, life perpetually rages on and through. 
Just as complexity can simulate depth, depth can also hide under something that seems to lack complexity at all.

I went to the dentist and finished the root canal. More drugs. Bleh.