Here I am now, there world in front of me so beautiful and peaceful. This is what I would call a true work of art. The fields of the honey colored grass grabs my eyes as the wind blows, they appear like the ocean waves as they dance around. The sun is above all, and its rays splash all over the land and turn the world into a gold color, nothing else like it. It blinds me, and yet I cannot take away my eyes from the artist of the mountains, and trees. I look below me, and the see the lonely patch of trees. It seems that I am the only moving thing here, accompanied by the dancing tall grasses. Far beyond, the mountains extend forever, each row of mountains becomes less visible than the one before, and each with their own unique outline and geographical features.