Tonight my eyes follow the form of the trees; bare branches stretching their long fingers into the cool, clear sky, reaching towards the setting sun as it disappears—a sphere of gold melting into the distant hills. When the rains come, those bare branches will blossom into the most delightful hues of rose and lavender as the flowers open up to be kissed by the raindrops. Then as the sun comes out, all the earth will come alive.
And God will smile.
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