It was a fine spring morning in the forest as he started out. Little soft clouds played happily in a blue sky, skipping from time to time in front of the sun as if they had come to put it out, and then sliding away suddenly so that the next might have his turn. Through them and between them the sun shone bravely; and a copse which had worn its firs all the year round seemed old and dowdy now beside the new green lace which the beeches had put on so prettily. Through copse and spinney marched Bear; down open slopes of gorse and heather, over rocky beds of streams, up steep banks of sandstone into the heather again; and so at last, tired and hungry, to the Hundred Acre Wood. For it was in the Hundred Acre Wood that Owl lived.
–from Winnie-the-Pooh by A. A. Milne, 1926
I recently read this paragraph (found in Chapter Four, In Which Eeyore Loses a Tail and Pooh Finds One) to my children, and I made a mental note of its beautiful description and lively metaphors. It sounds like something one might find in a work written for adults, and yet it is entirely appropriate for children. Thank you, Mr. Milne, for writing intelligently to the children!