I raise my window shades this morn in office to better view, the beauty which mother nature does supply in this special time of year.
Her colors be so fleeting. Strong winds blow, stripping them, these leaves, from their home, before their color, they can change. It is a time with which to share, with that someone special this rare beauty.
Too many pain filled lonely years my eyes have seen such beauty alone, this festival of colors so brilliant. Sunset reds and oranges, yellows and browns, all tasted by the eye, and filed away in special place deep in soul.
And when that tree falls in woods with no ears to hear or eyes to see, this tree never to stand again go down for it's first and last, oh what great sorrow and what a waste.
I look up to the night skies and see the stars, wondering if you can see the same from wherever you might be.
