Autumnwood
There's a thick forest
where a little light shines through,
the leaves are going through changes
all over the ground, some of them are strewn.
Colors of reds and orange
bits of yellows too,
trees are all gathered as one
where the winds gently blew.
Walking through the autumnwood
God created a beautiful gift,
taking in the sights of autumn
gives my soul a gentle lift.
Copyright © Cynthia Jones
Sept.17/2005
Got this idea from Digital Blasphemy. Really nice picture.
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