Blood red sun rising slowly over the grassy hill. Orange, pink and yellow streaks line the sky and make the trees look like charcoal. Spreading warm light throughout the neighbourhood. Somewhere a brook is bubbling, somewhere a forest is whispering. Somewhere the stars are dancing, somewhere snow is flying. Cold rain starts to fall, splashes onto the shining pavement like crystal tears. Clouds roll in, dark and mysterious. The world is in a shadow, until a strike of lightening illuminates the sky. Thunder rolls, rumbles and roars. The floodgates are open, and there's a river in the street. The clouds brighten and the sun comes out. Flowers seem to blossom before your eyes, grass is growing fast. The insects are talking to the animals who are shouting at the trees who are laughing at the birds. The world is in harmony. The sun is getting sleepy, watch it fade away. The colour seems to drain from the world as the sky goes from blue, to pink, to orange, to red, to yellow, to violet and finally to black. Millions of tiny lights shine through the darkness, twinkling brightly like fireflies. The moon shines a silver spotlight onto earth, where tall birch trees and sunny dandelions sway.

It is a beautiful day.