A bonnie blue sky. Fresh-washed and clean; so bright it’s sparkling. Great big caravans of white fluffy clouds scudding across it, making their own path, and leaving little wisps behind them as if to mark their return route. Clouds so obliging, they readily fit themselves into whatever mold is cast [up] to them, so that observers discern only the shape they want.
The sun shining cheerily out from one corner of this blue-and-white chequered expanse, playfully indulging in the occasional game of hide-and-seek with the wee cloudies. Tall and majestic trees clad in a thick green raiment, turning their  mighty limbs skywards as if to capture a piece of it for themselves.

And now compare your mental projection of the above to these.
Aren’t words just super?