There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream,/ The earth, and every common sight,/ To me did seem/ Apparelled in celestial light,/ The glory and the freshness of a dream./ It is not now as it hath been of yore;--/ Turn wheresoe'er I may,/ By night or day,/ The things which I have seen I now can see no more/ *************** By W. Wordsworth
This is a very, very nice composition and with such grand colors! Congrats. Down here we have no seasons and all vegetation is a dark green the year long. Some Europeans complain about the greens in my photos of the jungle and yet they are true. At least I know that trees can get some remarkable colors in other climates. Regards from Brazil.