If only I could paint the picture I see before me with my words
The skelatous tree with the black birds sitting upon its naked branches
The church in the background with its steeple all majestic, showing there is light in darkness
The cold breeze singing thru the dead leaves that have haphazardly fallen to the ground  
In the distance hearing the noises of those hustling around in this early morning chill
The pigeons and blue jays singing good morning to all who care to listen
The morning sun, hazy in the sky, attempting to warm the earth from its winter chill
Oh, if only I could paint this picture with just my words
But no words can honestly paint such a masterpiece that has been placed before me