"Behold the Day" by Frances Gearhart

The trees in the foreground stand motionless, rooted to the ground by shadow, and glued to each other as if each were merely a part of a single organism. A great beast overlooking his domain.

The warm earth glows gold, and slowly breaths in the crisp, cool air. The grass is soft as cotton.

The cerulean sky, a whipping, whirling collection of chimes and murmurs. Wisps of dancing clouds encircle mounds of forest. The heavens, infinitely vast, infinitely deep, are a world of their own. We can only enjoy the view from a distance.