The webbing of the branches stretches across the distant red-and-green speckled face of the mountain. Dark, burnt-looking trees adorned with the greenest leaves dot the rusty red of the mountain. The backdrop is pastel blue and almost blinding after being in the subtle shade of the trees. Almost as if there were stars in the sky on this cloudless day, the particles begin to settle behind my eyelids after the dazzling colors begin to fade.
Muddy strands of river grass sway and dance to the river's steady hum as they bend to drink, some being swept away by its force. The cave of green and yellow-green fall clothing surrounds and encloses the river, which wears a path right through the enemies it feeds. The large rock pinned down by its own weight sits at the bottom of the riverbed and, having been smoothed over by the water's constant onslaught, creates a tiny waterfall that makes white, bubbling splashes around the rock. The sun-tanned water causes millions of of mirrors to spring up, only to move and glimmer like fish scales the next second.
The solitary leaf on a wind-swept and gnarled oak tree blows in the slight breeze, only to be blown in the opposite direction from a warring wind. Its sits at the very end of the stemming branch near the ground that sits at an upward-slanted angle. For fear of touching the millions of scattered stones and dirt clods on the ground, it lets a caterpillar eat to lighten its already light-as-a-feather load. It soars higher now in the breeze, reaching for the sky it will never grasp.
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