The smooth pale trees seemed to be aglow from the silvery moonlight soaking them. They swayed and bended gracefully so that they wove together. Oranges blossomed from the boughs.
The moist and earthy carpet of dark grass beneath them was speckled with white roses and lilies. They gave the air a vaguely sweet fragrance and looked silver in the pale dark, twinkling like the stars that mirrored them above on a sky of black velvet like the soft grass. Water cascaded in luscious arcs and into a nearby lake that was so dark and yet so light that you could see your reflection in the pool.