The music of eternity.

I sit under the crimson tree.

Watching its blood red leaves spiril to the waiting earth.

The chill of fall seems to rest entirely on the wind wispering as it catchs my hair.

The wind howls as it dances with the scarlet leaves and baren trees.

Their skelital bodys creeking and snaping their own soft beat.

So, I listen to the music of fall.

The earths gentel luliby, only heard by thoughs who listen for it.

Listen and hear the music of eternity.

And it will play.