untouched beauty

Under the sunset a sound is calling, for celebration,for freedom. A sound of a river flowing from the mountains, down the valley, bringing with it the beauty of life. a life only nature itself can describe. Beside the river i hear celebrations of flowers of different colours.RED,PURPLE,YELLOW,WHITE.The flowers releases the scents to remind the world that they exist but not extinct. On the other side the wind blows, on top of vegetations so green that the beauty of the world is reflected above