~Forever Autumn~
"Who could have
imagined death to hold such beauty"
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greatest paintings are that found in Autumn. The trees seem to become giant flowers in the
distance as their colors change. Unlike the flower that blooms as it lives and grows, the
trees paint their colors as they wither and die for the season. Who could have
imagined death to hold such beauty? A person can only paint such colors on a small canvas,
compared to the spirit of nature which paints an entire planet. |
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