There are a lot of dandelions in the meadow next to the trees
In warm weather the seagulls went to the sea the light from the sun gives glare on the water
There is a compass on the old records, its arrow indicates the direction to the south
The sprout has made its way in the bustle of the city
The rays of the sun make their way through the branches of trees
Along the path along the path we go to the green forest