The beautiful song of birds filled Bovim's ears and the wind blew crisp leaves of red and copper. A glow illuminated the forest around the old bull, streaks of sun giving warmth and the laughter of fawns faded in the distance.
This was a place of tranquility and at his age, he couldn't ask for more than just a peaceful day to relax his aged limbs and bones.
The bull was strolling through the forest, still in awe every time he observed the ravishing environment.
He felt at peace, nothing seemed to calm him down more than the sight of nature untouched.
His hooves lightly stomped onto the ground with each, slow and elegant step. His gaze gentle and calming and his aura radiated of happiness. This was him at his best and when he felt his wisest.
The chirping of birds started to mingle with the sound of frogs croaking at the pond until the songs completely disappeared from his ears.
The pond was surrounded by cattails, the willow trees that grew around the pond slightly quivered in the zephyr and sun reflected off the clear blue water.
Bovim slowly approached the pond, the water splashing as his hooves clapped through the surface. The water became rippled at his disturbance and his reflection was wavy.
The bull elongated his neck, bringing his face closer to the water. His white eyes stared blankly at his reflection which still rippled lightly. His mouth parted and he plunged his face into the water, taking refreshing gulps of the liquid.
He elevated his head out of the water, droplets dripping off of his face.
The old bull stared at the world around him, listening to the sounds, watching over the sights.
No day can be better than days like these, a day of tranquility and divinity.
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I'm kinda proud of this one, compared to how I've been writing lately and the block.
Bovim 
