Nature

I stand up high upon a peak, watch natures beauty flourish, and hear the pleasant bird songs. Nature wakes up from its snooze, it breasts peak to the sky, and listen to the bustling of the bees. I inhale the aroma of nice fresh air, feel the waft within my hair, and odour the fragrance of flowers with my nose. I watch a gentle cold rivulet drift, leaves that are enthusiastically blown... by the furious whispering wind. The white-winged scoter sings a spring song, the butterflies’ ballet in the sky, and the florae bloom and call flying bees to them. So Beautiful It Has To Catch Your Eye.