30 minutes from your doorstep, the most obvious secret of the mountain

Sun shines in the mountain, the spark sparks in the snow and shines, the forest shines with countless suns. The pines were silent, a proud peak, their branches are heavy and barely take a breath. Their echo brings here childish laughter. With a whiff, he does the silver snow powder. And I hear the seeds quietly under the snow they swear and the grasses, and the flowers they still dream of blooming.