Luminous Peace
The winds of change swept through the trees, exchanging their greens for red and rust, yellow, crimson and gold.
It was such a small price to pay for such magnificence. The leaves had served so faithfully the summer through. They deserved the reward.
They reveled in their new pigments, of course, and shouted them to the sky and to the lake below. Birds sailed on the colors.
And the lake, filled with the luminous peace that births all beauty, stilled herself and reflected their joyous hues back to them in celebration of their glory.
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