Sunshine filters shadows                                                                                      cast by the trees.                                                                                                 A pale palette of birch's                                                                                     shedding summers glory.
Their leafless branches                                                                                                                                  black against the skies.                                                                               Fall announces soft changes                                                                      from chlorophyll to amber                                                                            and all shades in between.
A perfect day, softly drifting                                                                                  sky of frothy clouds                                                                                        and a horizon that meets the sea.                                                               Encouraged by gentle winds,                                                                               a lonesome ballet of dancing leaves.
And I will live forever,                                                                                   through eyes that measure time.                                                                A glimpse of all tomorrows,                                                                             forever unfolding days.                
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