“This is truly amazing, Zaire. I can feel the cold breeze shove through my hair,” said Matilda lying on the lushy green grass, under the bushy canopy of Boughyslew Glades. Right opposite to her was the waterfalls and opposite to it were the butterflies matched with the colours of rainbow created by water rushing in to join the stream. Matilda stood up and walked towards the stream where the rays of sunrise opposite to the waterfalls shone on her cheeks. She put down her hand into the water admiring the coldness of the stream against the warm sun. Whether this terrain amazed Zaire or not, he was truly amazed by Matilda’s presence in it. “You’re right Matilda, this place feels warm enough to calm one’s soul,” he added. “But it is not the warmth that amazes me Zaire,” said Matilda. “I suppose
