Gravel roads paved in gold play peekaboo with mountains.
Aspen leaves shimmer like sequins on mother nature’s gown.
The rustling of leaves in a breeze enchants like the tinkling of crystal.
Forests give glory to God more profoundly than cathedrals.
Nature’s leaves tell stories across time that I desire to read.
Verse and snapshot by S.V. Farnsworth
The writing challenge for today is to change your point of view.
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