The trees in fall, they surround me. Weeping their leaves into the ongoing sea below them. I look around but can't help but wonder, how many leaves have fallen. A swirl of color falling down, down. The scent of pine is around me, combining with the smell of dirt and leaves. I grab the leaves and they fall, slowly and silently to the ground.Those leaves fly everywhere. I have leaves in my hair tangled ever so slightly through each strand. It calms me to be in nature, to stare in awe at the beauty around me. These trees, these aspen trees are rainbows of warm colors. Reds, oranges, golds, and greens fill my eyes with sparks, sparks of inspiration and amazement.
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