hades,

like patches of green isty ocean,

there is a sall strea beside the lot pond,

the strea is icrowaved,

crystal clear,

the und of rhg water is clear and pleasant,

as if sgg the syphony of sprg,

underwater sall fish swayg gracefully,

naughty blog little bubbles,

the d caressed all kds of flowers and pnts by the strea,

bend it now and then,

tis lift it up,

as if the earth was breathg rhythically,

the grass that jt sticks its head out,

watchg the outside world carefully,

there is a brid over the creek,

the long branches on the side of the brid hang a strg,

to the strea,

the flowers follow the breeze,

danced lightly,

the flowers are fragrant, the petals are ftterg,

attracted a dazzlg group of butterflies,

can&039;t tell which is a flower and which is a butterfly

the shirg light of fireflies shuttled through the grass

the cicadas on the trees and the frogs the lot pond,

like the lody of ical notes beatg on u-h,

write a three-dinsional aniation that outles the ul