My sorrowful spirit rose high above the rainbow, higher yet, until it reached the snowy peaks of the ragged mountain. It was cold there, though above the severe sun blazed hard. Here and there rivulets tumbled roughly down the mountainsides, and occasionally meet to form a river that cascaded downwards towards the high cliff beneath the hills. The icy waters fell towards the crags, forming a waterfall of fresh water, producing a constant melody as the waters hit the plain, forming a delightful and narrow lake. Birds above twittered delightfully, a serene sight and sound that pleased my sad spirit. Tall verdant pines exuded delightful fragrance. How I wish I could stay there forever. But my tired body beckoned and my spirit returned to my lonesome solitary bed.