Bavaria

This was a paper that I wrote up for my Composition class, I finally dug it out from the closet...  Or just the draft section in my Blogger.  *disclaimer*  This was back a year ago, so I hope you have seen some improvement in my writing..

Bavaria, the place in Germany where the venerable people sweep their portion of the side-walks, and  where the villages look like little ginger-bread houses with the snow capped roofs. 
 In the winter, Germany doesn't feel dead, it just puts on another coat.  It is like a woman conscious of her clothing, and changes every five second. Except, that Germany changes every four or five months. In the winter, the leaves have fallen off the trees and the plants have curled in their beds, yet Bavaria is still a majestic place. 

 There are pine trees galore there, so they never die, they are always green. They hold their heads high and live on, shouting out the glory of the One who made them. And in the winter time, they are splattered with a coating of white. As though they too want to dig into the festive cheer that comes around with this time of year. 

 And then spring rolls around like the surety of the earth rotating around the sun. The flowers wake up, and climb out of their beds. The trees burst through their winter sleep, and shake off their bed hair. Then, the summer comes flying by, just like the revolutions on a bicycle. It just seems to be full of exploring castles, caves, and old ruins. Warming and humid, not like the Midwest of the United States, but warming the spirit with warmth.  It becomes breezy and cool. But not overly chili.  It is where you would want to spend the rest of your life, just watching the seasons swing by, showing off their colors to you. 

 Eagerly we await the fall.  It is one of the most glorious things on this earth. It promises you that though winter may take over, there is still hope of new life. Ending like that of a fireworks show, it ends the summer with a bang of color.  So, yes, Bavaria is the best place in Germany to be...