Red Leaves in Morning Mist

On these special mornings, the world is as never before; an innocent and mystical place,

for Winter has come to the mountains, and Heaven, itself, surrounds us. With mist in the air,

red leaves glisten as crisp as apples.

What is there to say?

As we stand at the threshhold of a starry tomorrow, what is there to say...?

                                       

                                                                        You are loved.