: The verbal rush of water to her ears was the only noise to accompany the peace with which the goat wandered peacefully through the lush meadow, its hooves studding the dewy grass. It was surrounded by well blooming wild flowers in shades of purple, yellow, and white and the air was full of the delicious smell. The goat ate at the trouble sweet grass, ears flicking at the breeze that swished the tall, tender stems. The goat, beautiful as it is, was content, surrounded by the beauty of nature, one of the few things that still seemed to add to the cieling of the sunlit openness. #goat

📇 Print Image
➦ Download
Printable page/image permissions; personal and non-commercial use only.