In the glimmer of morning’s golden light
on stained glass hillsides of uncounted hues,
the crisp air carries birdsong clear and bright;
glad celebrations voiced in ones and twos.
Time inside tree cathedrals will inspire
thoughts of nature linking God and man.
Breezes ripple leaves, create dancing fire;
evoke the changes of the season’s span.
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In response to Eugenia’s Weekly Prompt: