trees


Trees
The trees are as colorful and vibrant as a painting.
With the color of milk chocolate bark,
Rough as sand paper.
Autumn blaze orange, citrus burst yellow, forest glades green, and heart beat red.
The leaves move freely like a firefly in the whitewashed wind.
Purifying silence inside space and time.
Curiously painted on nature’s canvas.
The fall moves swiftly like a paint brush leaving an unstained dream.
Waking up to a colorless world.

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