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Oct 2015
The sound of the woodpecker pecking it's tree.
The sound of the wind flowing through the leaves.
The sight of butterflies taking flight.
Seeing the lizard taking in the last of the suns warm light.
The view of the mountains off in the distance.
They are said to be the oldest on this continent.
Mesas and platues continue this lanscape. The valleys and crevices below bring forth the beauty of this earth.
Helping us to see how great is our worth. Down in the valley, stands alone, an old oak tree.
Given to us for its beautiful changing colors to see.
Reflections of Autumn
Karina Norris-Veirs
Written by
Karina Norris-Veirs  Oklahoma
(Oklahoma)   
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