FIVE
The next morning, presented a different scene. The sunrise where the sun, showing iff his splendour, and the mist coming up from the tall grass, made them look like a fairy tale story. I thought, perhaps some deer might be on their way to the lake…..
Instead, I heard a flock of Canada geese, loud announcers flew by.
The evergreen bushes and tall trees seemed to point the way fir them to fly through, leaning their tops towards south.
I think it was migration time.
Some trees overcome by the invincible fall course, started to succumb to the fall season enchantment; some evergreens got by its charming call and blushing, their leaves started to change its colours.
Busted, they were no longer evergreens.
Busted!!!!!….