The train rides over the bridge over the misty forest
In Sweden, in a field where small grass grows, there is a big stone, there is a small house behind it, a forest, ancient trees grow there and the sky is a soft blue color
A butterfly flies over a dandelion on over the grass
A leggy blonde in a red dress bent over on a crimson-blue background
On the table there is a pot of roses and a plate of pomegranates and cherries