The trees were angels this morning, <br />seeming to bend their variegated boughs <br />to bestow benediction upon my weary brow <br />as I walked out my front door, <br /> <br />and driving along the hilly, back road <br />I wanted to stop and merge forever <br />into the misty autumn landscape, <br /> <br />for that peace is all <br />I could ever hope to become.<br /><br />Max Reif<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/nature-8/
