Is there anything more beautiful than a tree?
A tree with it’s leaves changing along a riverbank and the sun slowly falling behind a moutain of fiery colors all reflected in a lake that’s ripples as the fish jump ~fall on poet’s seat~ Close your eyes open your mind take it in and just unwind on top a tower on a mountain of trees overlooking an ocean of motley leaves take in their scent as it shadows the breeze some say the fall signifies the decay of life once lived in a glorified way but to others the beauty represent something more a chance for rebirth new life is in store Beauty spread from a source firmly planted an endless cycle taken oft’ taken for granted For now there’s a vibrancy of color abound as the blanket is settled to nestle the ground
