"Every leaf speaks bliss to me,
fluttering from the autumn tree."
- Emily Bronte
Those colorful days are gone -
and the late summer bloomers exhibited their last trace of beauty,
when the leaves finally fell one by one, settling and floating on a little stream, piling onto the others and thickening.
They have become memories, stored in my mental treasure chest and preserved by my camera. Although they have long withered, the bliss that they whispered to my ears has reached my heart where it lives on, and on, and on.....
"He has made everything beautiful in its time.
He has even put eternity in their hearts."