fall has come witch means all the leaves fall.
every thing dies for the winter. all the open trees bring new sounds to me that i never heard before.
summer has gone but the beauty still rides along the herizon threw the trees.
every thing has changes even my emotions.
i walk a trail going threw the woods.
every thing has lost its color but not my heart.
all the animals have started to bed down.
so its only windy that sound brings to me.
the colored birds fly around fighting echother for what they collect for there nests.
every thing is so pretty if you look at it from and angel.
winter is creeping around the corner with its freezing hands.