Anthony Levitt (21.04.1983 / Bromley)

Admist the mountains, over looking a view...
there is a beautiful sight...so pure... so true...

The whistling wind touchs the emerald grass in such a gentle way.
You can here the branchs of the nearby trees shout out aloud: 'Please, we want to play..! '
Moving from side to side the tips of the trees catch bits of wind sometimes...
and if by magic when the leafs fall off they seem to fly into a single line...

Ah these nights so peaceful and few...