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. Of green meadow with its tall grasses, rising tall with their pride, and flock of flowers can be found, cheerfully praising the ever-fondness, the beauty of the world that beheld.
All of those that he saw, his pupils always danced at the grace of the world, nevermore wanted to miss a single leave that fell from its branch on autumn fall, or the youthful flowers that was soon to bloom, as his stumpful legs grazed the land that his feet touched. Time quickly passed like the current of a calm river, slowly changing as the sky darkened and the hue was lost as flowers of the sky began to bloom, sparkling, shifting the silent night into a lullaby of sleep.
The man that had long past his youth, with many burden on his back slowly lowered his own self as he was surrounded by many flocks of scentful blossom. His body was weary as the night grew youthful, his palm moved as it softly stroked the beautiful flock he was surrounded. For his body went tire, but his heart bloomed in joy. He took a deeply breath as he would savor in. Under the stars the man smiled, and his mind was renewed. Under the stars his feet moved again, trailing where, the mind wondered.
