The song of the wind as it whistles through the trees.
The touch of the grass as it is a host to the bees.
The show of a flower, opening its beauty.
The ripple of a pond, the reflections of clouds we see.
The rain on a roof, telling us goodnight.
The dark night sky, showing stars so bright.
The moon with the shimmering outlining its glory.
And here it is now, that I end this story.