He forced himself to escape the ultimate sorrow of Canterlot at sunrise, turning back to the valley below. A massive expanse of green and brown revealed itself, the Sun its crown jewel over a mountain, "It's like everything in this country is some massive painting!" He gawked, the forests below gently swaying in the wind, a moving picture filled with life moving to its own tune. The trees moved like a marching band to the song of the wind, changing tempo and strength in time with the flowing force.