Have you ever noticed a tree standing naked against the sky,
How beautiful it is?
All its branches are outlined, and in its nakedness
There is a poem, there is a song.
Every leaf is gone and it is waiting for the spring.
When the spring comes, it again fills the tree with
The music of many leaves,
Which in due season fall and are blown away.
And this is the way of life.. Krishnamurti
Trees are magnificent on autumn nights…even in their almost nakedness….there is never another time when the colours are so brilliant they rival the sunset..On a hill in semi-abstract style….Watercolour on Arches Not Paper..