Meadow

The ever flowing silver stream slithered about atop the steep hill, the wind was tempestuous as dawn arrived beyond the rocky mountains. The road took him far and wide, guided by his youthful wandered mind, though his body was plod, yet the smile never wavered off his lips as he quietly hummed his tune, a beautiful melody woven by a sincere mind.

The swamp roamed beside the shallow riverbed, the water was still and calm. And the trees which stood dense among the water which seemed murky that held a verdant color, yet beauty on its own. The woods that towered, spreading their heavy branches, covered with the leaves, leaving the air mild and cool as their scent gave.