Beauty of Nature in Fiction

It was the coldest of evenings and darkness was about to cover the land. as laid my last gaze at the mountain of white darkness slowly swept the ground like if the light were dying. All was dark but the shining star and the different color lights glowing brightly in the sky. I climbed the hill of white to see the lights, admired them, then all went black. I woke up to see the morning light slowly covering the dark revealing the heavenly clouds, the blue sky, and the hills of snow, and could see the light once again reborn.

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