Traveling down this gilded road, all marked with colors so pure and clean, those that are made from the completion of the trees, living their lives to the fullest through the summer into the early fall, the sparks and levels so different, placing life holding for the winter months, the leaves, tight enough to stay, then weak enough to make the escape to the waiting ground.
This path, this winding bit of road whose riders and walkers will see the soil soon, as they embark to maintain the passage of time, to see the end as it winds around the corners of yesterdays, and opens to the fields of forever.
Ralph E Peck
Photo by Cindy Layton
A Road Near Wann Oklahoma
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