Looking out to the wondrous scene in front of me,
oh, how the dark and light blues clash and form such
a stunning sight. The mountains across the sky, stand out like a red rose in a barren landscape. I feel a sensation of warmth, it’s like im closer to God and feeling his presence with every little detail I inspect. Beautiful skies and beautiful landscapes are a way to drift off as a place of fantasy, uncertainty, and  a breath of a wish. When my sorrows continue to grow, I go to a make-believe place and visualize an image where nobody can project or even understand the beauty of it. A beautiful doe swims to the edge and jumps up to the bank to meet her infant fawn, so pure, so innocent, only a baby. The mother licks away every pain and heartache the fawn may ever have in the life she will thrive in.