Every now and then fleecy clouds floated across the sky.The lake and the hills add radiance and beauty to each other. Butterflies fluttered about among the flowers.
The wind whiffed through the trees.The branches swayed about the wind. Leaves flaked down in the breeze.
No one knows where the leaf comes from and where it belongs. Only one thing will be sure that the leaf belongs anywhere because of the wind and the wind never feels lonely because of the leaf. Everything may change, seasons may come, and true love never grows old.
