Nature.
The sun was shining bright over the yellow fields. The sky was blue and tender. Over on the further horizon the mountains were covered in fresh, green growth. The land lay unspoilt, and untouched by man. Herds of antelope grazed out in the fields, and on the steep mountain slopes.
Here and there clumps of tall green thorn trees grew. Giraffes ate leaves off of their higher branches. On one side of the valley a pride of lions were resting in the shade of some shrubs. The wilderness lay open, wide and beautiful. A cool breeze swept gently through the valley.
A solitary eagle circled lazily above, but kept its eyes on the ground in a definite purpose. It glided gracefully on the air-currents high above, as it flew. A mighty roar from one of the male lions resounded trough the valley. He roared several times with a sound of thunder in his chest. Then, just as suddenly as he had begun, he began to quieten down.
The valley was at peace, and all life within its bounds, was in balance. The tall grass swayed gently to and fro. The sky was crystal blue above and the wind blew cool. The sun shone above as it did since time without end, and as it would, evermore…
