The early ice blue sky was clear. All the clouds were down below… The Sun was like a shining crystal globe floating around at the edge of the world. This is how the perfect sky looks like. So pure, so innocent, so cold.
In the far distance the white mountains peak from beneath the clouds. The valleys between them look like a river of calm souls waltzing randomly around, to a song played by the wind. So pure in their movement, so innocent they drift away, so cold.
The forest, like a crowd, amazed by the beauty of the dancing clouds waits for the show to end without daring to move. They have seen this a thousand times yet they never can get enough. With patience they wait each time, dressed elegantly in black and dark green waiting forever in the cold.
Its amazing what the creator of this world has done, a true master piece. Yet his sense of sarcasm can not be ignored, for he has made man blind to this, and even if he can see this amazing beauty he does not have enough patience to view it until the end… 
