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How can we soak up such beauty. It seems lavish and even wasteful to last for such a short time. Even the trunks seem to be swaying to the Conductor of the Fall breeze.
Hidden among the shadows they wonder if we see them. They feel safe with so many places to hide.
Billowing Clouds, still water , rocks and towering trees all stretch out to meet the light of morning.
Only one time each year they erupt in a brilliant show to say farewell to the summer.
There they stand..like protectors of meadow and stream on a fine sun-filled day.
The glory of evenings soft light, easy conversation, a smooth riding horse, and miles to ride make this a perfect evening for all.
Like kings or warriors of old they hold the gold of the Sun on their sides.
Lady Rose lies with her face to the sky like a Queen on her throne above the valley
They stand proud against the sky filling the space with their glory.
Was it a snapping twig, or a rustle in the grass? Something does not sound safe