jayblade14

 I stand on the sidewalk, under the trees and look up. The sun shines in my eyes and nearly blinds me as I do so. My eyes adjust and I see branches, bare except for the few, golden leaves still feebly clinging to the branches. Bare branches that would only see sun and rain for a while regardless of the cold or the season. I walk further along the road and look up again. This time, I see leaves of green hanging all over the branches, soaking up the sunlight, casting shade and enjoying life. Birds chirp among these branches; Little finches, pigeons and doves all chatter away, not a care in the world. Regardless of the season, I see this as