Analysis of Beauty shines

As the waves crushed the endless mountains and the last of the braves were brushed into the sea of hatred by the railroad defence, a little girl in a pink and white frock looked at cabin paintings and then drifted into futuristic slumber, where foals stood firm their tiny heels balancing on tree trunks floating to safety; astronauts helmets sunk into the dirt as primal bones shook free from their early graves turning into giant rainbow ladybirds now making light work of the miniture robots that kept returning to her dreams.

She woke to the sound of heels and clattering pans on wood. Leyla cried her father, come and help lay the firewood for the broth.