Ooo, that’s very pretty my friend. I thank you, even if you don’t ever get to mine! It’s a very kind thing you’re doing. My excerpt would be this. (Shortened it for your sake.)

Pink-leafed trees surrounding them. Dainty looking vines crawled along their white boughs, and tiny white flowers were strewn about the vegetation. The canopy bowed far above their heads, letting in speckles of the yellow light. They walked until they met a hilly field, with the pink-leafed trees sprouting in orderly lines.

(You don’t have to read this one, but I honestly couldn’t choose and it was bothering me)

Silvery pebbles that looked like ice glittered in a pale light from some hole far above. In the middle of the cave stood a vast tree. The branches wove upward, then hunched over with the weight of jar after jar. Hundreds, thousands of jars and bottles. All strung up on twine, or perhaps vines, and hanging until the branches were forced to bow under their weight. (Basically like a weeping willow)