The lush green leaves that bathe in the glory of the sun;
golden leaves of age fading away as the wind rises;
the tears of joy that linger onto leaves on a new beginning ;
the canopies that stage the songbirds' orchestras ;
the creek that shimmers in the chuckles of the children of light;
the young little blossoms that lie on the tender grass bed;
to reach the highest and embrace the warmth and the
radiance of a star,
as passionate as you. - Opal.
go on and tell me what I need,my first