Life in a Lush River Valley

Life in a lush river valley is a blessed one, my friends. In such a place there are vast meadows for frolicking, green forests on every side, and many animal friends to meet when they stray from their woodland homes. In the golden meadows where all rainbows make their end, faeries flutter freely through the flowers, ever-glistening with the morning dew, alongside bumblebees and hummingbirds and pixies that make their harvest of the meadow's sweetly divine nectar each day. The river flows through the midst of the meadow, its pure, azure waters sparkling in the eternal sunshine of the springtime days. The heron and the kingfisher glide across the water's surface, and the rainbow-hued fish leap downstream. They dance to the chorus of the dragonflies and the frogs, aided by the soft singing of the birds in the sky and in the trees. O the trees! Some stand proudly alone along the water's edge, and the rest make up the forest, through which the balmy breeze brings the sacred scent of the coming storm! In the forest the animals and the gnomes and the nymphs make their homes, sometimes visiting the valley's meadow to partake of the water or the nectar or the euphony of the symphonic sounds of its inhabitants. In the afternoon the faint piping of the faun can be heard deep in the woods, but it grows nearer as night approaches. By the moonlight in the meadow, the faun pipes his ethereally haunting melodies through the night, harmonized by the chirps of the crickets and ornamented by the calls of the owl. The morning mists fog the faun's return to his faraway clearing in the heart of the wood, just as the new sunlight finds its way over the hill and through the trees. The clouds are hued with all shades of orange and yellow, just as they had been in the evening, and the sky slowly becomes clear and blue. Another day has come in my lush river valley. How nice it is to be here!