The trees are on fire. I sit here at dusk watching the sun set out my window, pausing right behind the tree line that stands tall across the mountain ridge, the orange red fiery glow is the back drop for the solid trunks and their many long spindly arms and fingers reaching and stretching for the heavens. The glow is hot with intensity while the above skies are cool with a faded grey blue. Thus is life - in perfect balance. Vibrant passion seeps into serene peacefulness, fear into love, and sadness into joy. A masterpiece that takes ones breath away.
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
The trees are on fire
The trees are on fire. I sit here at dusk watching the sun set out my window, pausing right behind the tree line that stands tall across the mountain ridge, the orange red fiery glow is the back drop for the solid trunks and their many long spindly arms and fingers reaching and stretching for the heavens. The glow is hot with intensity while the above skies are cool with a faded grey blue. Thus is life - in perfect balance. Vibrant passion seeps into serene peacefulness, fear into love, and sadness into joy. A masterpiece that takes ones breath away.
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