It's amazing how, one can be walking along a wooded path and see all the creatures smaller than they are... you're feeling as if you're king/queen of the woods. But that's highly incorrect, the true beauty lies in the trees. Such raw beauty. One often finds themselves humbled by looking at them. We can learn so much from trees. In the Spring, new growth occurs. In the Summer, that new growth is nourished and flourishes into beauteous and stark green leaves. Then we come to Fall, my favorite season of all. All that nourishing done in spring and summer is used to make the most vibrant colors. Reds, golds, oranges, and a myriad of others if you're looking in the right spots. Now here comes winter, most people see that as a time of death, but no, crack apart a small limb and see the green inside, it's not dead. It's simply awaiting the time to grow again.

...yeah I have no idea where that came from, but it sounded good at the time. <: