White crystal specks sparkle iridescent rainbows upon a soothing, hunter green mountain with an abundance of tranquil temperament. A yawning peace stretches across the dusk filled hill blending palls of streamy smoke with gray meandering mists. The verdance of the mountain battled the roaming rust on the granite peaks, while a bubbling fountain of stream sang in the humidity. The cries of the mountain echo to the quaint traditions of the ghost houses below, as the tomato red roof tops covered the artful mixture of wood and winter white marble, laced with blackness. The worn and weathered windows conceal room of massive moodings that vine the cottages and the greeting gardens, which have become mounds of wild weeds and dying flowers. The silver wrought iron gates cage in the cottages while holding the tantalizing mountain from a crushing fall in the calm of calamity; as time pierces the gates, granite floods the cottages, which rise in the waters of shriveling stone, while the yellow stained mountainside bellows in burning mist while wailing of the groomed graves that shower its soul.
A Jungle Journey Dark, forest green, gregarious broad leaves wave through the suave
sways of four feet of deepening thicket as smoke
sheen rings of musty milk mist devour the venoms of ailing tree towers