Majesty for Karina

Karina thought about the reason of not being able to hear the sound of falling leaf. She wondered about how was it possible that this huge leaf gently touching the surface of ground makes no noise.

Sun was setting. Sun's plate reminded her a face hided behind the mountains on the horizon and numerous sunrays were its fingers blindly touching objects on the land.

She loved moments when all houses and trees were enlightened from one side by the golden touch of sunlight. The world around would turn into the masterpiece of nature. It seemed as if she was staring at the true face of the world, because moments like this were very short - after a few minutes beauty of evening disappeares and everything returns into its place.

Clouds recalled to the mind huge but light pieces of white cotton touched by golden dust and sprayed with rose water. Needles of light violently went through them. Birds were flying in the sky ignoring the beauty drawed on the sky. No, they were not ignoring. Actually birds were the part of the art putted on blue canva. This art piece was alive. It was in motion. It was breathing and living. Spotless art. Perfect art. The one that makes you feel it's wonder with your full heart. The only weak side of this art was that it was disappearing each move of Sun that was setting down. Sun was an artist who demonstrated true beauty of nature, however it was a jealous, stingy artist. It denied leaving this wonderful picture as it is. It tried hard to take it with him. Where it will bring it all? Maybe there is a another world below the line of the horizon. Who knows... Maybe there is a another girl sitting on the grass and waiting for the evening Sun's art exhibition.

"Share the beauty, dear Sun. Let others see it. Because I have no words describe what I have seen" thought Karina.