Beyond the road less traveled, a dilapidated house sits, waiting for someone to come by. The barn is alone, isolated as if something is wrong. The fresh green, short grass fills the land with rolling waves. Trees grow, beginning to tower over the bright sea of green. The glittering beams of sun shine from one corner onto the changing leaves. Red, orange, green, and brown sades fill the trees with a touch of autumn. A small lake reflects the colors of the flawless land. Shadows creep in as the sun sets in the west. Their long, cool, dark figures provide for the warm grass, The untouched surroundings are priceless, not to be found anywhere else except beyond the road less traveled.