The blue skies stretched wide overhead occasionally, blemished by stark white clouds. Tall and barren, the hills loomed over blossoming fields, visibly bankrupt of fertility. The fields were as if amidst a dance of springtime, sunny petals reaching out to the sky. Leaves and grass, a mix of emerald radiance, didn’t cease to brighten up the rocky highlands ahead. These highlands seemed to be cradling the elegance of nature in their midst. Nursing the wildlife with sunlight and protective arms, they became a shield against wind and hail. Nothing could corrupt the image of blooming warmth which blessed the valley in its awake.