| *365 days* |
| spring brings in fresh pale green leaves to cover the bare and tangled trees and warmth to prevent them from being forever frozen as winter may have wanted. summer turns those leaves into masterpieces consisting of a million deep green hues swirled together into patterns too intracite for a man-made paintbrush to possibly create. autumn cooks those masterpieces 'til they are crisp and golden but often they also become dry and parched in such a way tht forces them to slowly flutter to the ground. winter shakes off every last leave until there are none left to get caught in the wind leaving only bare bark to be beaten by each and every element until at last spring arrives again. |