The Church Parking Lot

    I watch the leaves on the trees around me, such vibrant expressions.

      The leaves are yellow yet green, green and dark, dark and yet bright, and bright with a water worn paleness that glitters whenever the sun tickles it.

    Happiness fills me as the sun rolls its knuckles over my skin.

    The leaves are dancing around me in the wind.

     They are singing; what a marvelous song.

     It’s a kaleidoscope of music. The birds are chirping, the wind is whistling, and the leaves are singing the sweetest melody.

     Peace envelops me; I sit back and lean my head against the back of the chair, humming along with the harmony.