On the table there is a tea pair and a pocket watch
There is snow on the fir trees, winter is coming soon
On the horizon there is a meadow with flowers and a mountain landscape
On the landscape there is a forest, a lake and houses
On the still half-ripe grass there is a yellow autumn forest
There is a fire burning in the fireplace, warmth and comfort come into the room
There is a secret chest at the bottom of the river
There is a lonely tree in the field under the clouds
There is a strong lightning over the city at night