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.