Experiments In Mood

Dark oak trees, reaching to the sky with twisted hands, claw at the midnight clouds, all dressed in silver.

Golden branches upward, the great oak touched the light of heaven. The green spring leaves wave at the angels on the lovely white clouds.

The lovely leaves waved happily as the travelers pass by. Clippity-clop, clippity-clop! Hear the wagons bumping by, too busy to glance at the merry oak, waving his hands in the blue sky.

Each little leaf on the mighty oak quivered and shivered in the spring breeze. Spring green is all they could see from their high seats. A blue bird chirps merrily, and a lovely melody swayed on the wind, making each little scuttling beetle feel their spirits rise.