Nothing quiet like these changing views.

However so beautiful, here, they are scattered and failing.

Continuously fading.

Wavering.

But hold fast these days of greens, for they will return to thee.

Let time pass.

Pass the golds.

Pass the reds.

Pass the oranges and browns.

Then evade the cold blues.

And find yourself at the Time of Fools.

So again, it grows.

The dark greens and light.

The Shaded views.

The Emerald hues.