The sun was setting, giving a rosy glow to all the trees
standing tall black against the faintly tinted sky. Blue,
pink, green, yellow, like a conglomeration of paints dropped
carelessly onto a pale blue background. The trees were in such
great number that they looked like a mass of black crepe, each
with its individual, graceful form in view. The lake lay
smooth and unruffled, dimly reflecting the beautiful coloring
of the sky. The wind started madly up and blew over the lake's
glassy surface making mysterious murmurings blending in with
the chirping songs of the birds blew through the tree tops
setting the leaves rustling and whispering to one another. A
squirrel ran from his perch chattering, to the lofty
branches--a far and distant hoot echoed in the silence, and
soon night, over all came stealing, blotting out the scenery
and wrapping all in restful, mysterious darkness.