In front of me I see the blazing hot sun glaring of the crystal clear water.

In the distance I see the humongous green mountains with little houses dotted around.

 Below me I see the green grass dancing in the cooling breeze.

Above me above me I see the white - as – snow clouds making odd shapes.

I hear the lake softly hitting against the rock-strewn sand.

In the distance I hear a boat splicing through the tranquil ripples.

I feel the chilly breeze slowly blowing at my face.

I smell the odour of rotting water in the swamp behind me.

It makes me feel chill’axed.