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A soft wind rustled through the trees, gathering their leaves as if creating its own dance. A small drift of the warmth swept strands of hair away from her eyes, as she lay on her back against the rich green grass. She counted the stars in the darkened sky, gazing at the moon with unanswered questions about life. Her left hand lifted to the sky, as if she could grasp each bright wish that the black eternity could hold. Her right hand brushed the clear coldness of a nearby pool, her fingers creating tiny ripples against the smooth water surface. She closed her eyes against the bright moonlight and waded through the deepness of her mind, her thoughts carried as light as delicate specks of dust by the warm wind. She ponders color, the vivid patterns of emotion, why the artist created the painting, with each careful brushstroke, imbued in rainbow-colored paint. A quiet sound interuppted her thought, a sound almost silent, a bare whisper. The quiet song of a robin, the sweet sound carrying over the apple green grace, filling her ears with the purest melody. Then, as if the graceful minuet were the call of beginnings, a sudden burst of golden color appears over the horizon, a sea of distant energy, confined to the thin line where the sky meets the earth. The world then breaks open, like a flower in the freshness of springtime, the clouds pour out color, swirls of pinks and oranges, powder blue, violet, deep cherry red, sun-tinted gold and the purest of whites. Her eyes widen as the morning star rises bright and glowing, revealing the truest beautiful colors of God's creation. The warmth grows stronger as the reality deepens within her heart. Life is a beautiful thing to cherish.

Description
A soft wind rustled through the trees, gathering their leaves as if creating its own dance. A small drift of the warmth swept strands of hair away from her eyes, as she lay on her back against the rich green grass. She counted the stars in the darkened sky, gazing at the moon with unanswered questions about life. Her left hand lifted to the sky, as if she could grasp each bright wish that the black eternity could hold. Her right hand brushed the clear coldness of a nearby pool, her fingers creating tiny ripples against the smooth water surface. She closed her eyes against the bright moonlight and waded through the deepness of her mind, her thoughts carried as light as delicate specks of dust by the warm wind. She ponders color, the vivid patterns of emotion, why the artist created the painting, with each careful brushstroke, imbued in rainbow-colored paint. A quiet sound interuppted her thought, a sound almost silent, a bare whisper. The quiet song of a robin, the sweet sound carrying over the apple green grace, filling her ears with the purest melody. Then, as if the graceful minuet were the call of beginnings, a sudden burst of golden color appears over the horizon, a sea of distant energy, confined to the thin line where the sky meets the earth. The world then breaks open, like a flower in the freshness of springtime, the clouds pour out color, swirls of pinks and oranges, powder blue, violet, deep cherry red, sun-tinted gold and the purest of whites. Her eyes widen as the morning star rises bright and glowing, revealing the truest beautiful colors of God's creation. The warmth grows stronger as the reality deepens within her heart. Life is a beautiful thing to cherish.