The sun begins to rise; light filling our eyes.
The chilling breeze passes quickly through the tall trees.
Squirrels dance and prance among Autumns leaves;
reds, oranges, yellows, browns and greens.
Burying nuts for the big freez.
The aquamarine stream glistens and gleams, under Springs sunshine beams.
The birds work in teams chirping sweet harmonies.
Busy, Busy bumble beez creating new seeds.
Sky turns to indigo the moons a glow; twinkling in the distance are stars to a new existence.
Non of this is a coincidence it's magical brilliance. Wishing for the answers to the questions that enchant us.
©annistacia
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