NATURE AS ART (THE FALL)
Last notes, the symphony dies away, silence is born.
Thoughts and images create a distant world where the blue of the sky reigns.
Not a cloud, no veil, only blue.
Against this still sky the trees play with shades of fire.
The leaves meet, caress each other.
The forest speaks an ancient language which you do not comprehend.
You are lulled by their murmurs.
The rainbow of colors enfolds you in an embrace of light and life.
There is no black, no grey, only peace.