The howling wind whistles and the leaves dance; like perfectly arranged ballerinas performing, and twirling to the music of the wind.
The country yard clear and the sky dark; a shadowy realm covers the horizon.
Tiny lights that have everlasting power shine above, smiling at the country yard.
These little lights are painted above, although always in vision; the artist’s name remains unknown.
The leaves in the sketchy trees sway with the whistle almost dancing in tune.
Clouds scatter here and there, covering parts of the art with its condensed rain; soon to fall.
The day grows darker, turning into night, the beauty of darkness in indescribable.
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