Trees are beautiful. Coniferous, Deciduous, Tropical and Boreal. in the summer they flirt with the sun, in the winter they become one with the ground. In between seasons they blush in hues of red and yellow, speaking words of love with with their crispy remains. I admire them but have never seemed to notice them. Even as they brush me with their leaves. It’s always been the skies and all of its glory that stole my gaze; the moon, the stars…the silver-lining, as the world below turns to grey. The light enchants me.

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