Painted By the Angels With Love

A perfect evening sky full of stars and a bright, translucent crescent moon. Hung like a blanket over the tree filled mountain tops, bursting in bloom. The hillside is silently lazy with the cast of yellow foliage smiling at the glare of a perfect night. Small embers sift through the windows adorned with flickering light. A quite little town sits in the valley below. Everyone at home, near the fire's glow. Welcoming all the people, in the distance a church tower is standing tall. A cross atop it's steeple, the warm feeling of come one, come all. I am here on a blanket, kneeling on my knees, watching the spruce trees as tall as the sky, swaying in the peaceful, light breeze. What a beautiful sight as I stare at the heavens above. A wonderfully lit night, painted by the angels with love.