Thousands of inky black lines that covers the sky,
Some reaching thousands of feet high.
All misty in the weak sunlight,
So delicately weaved.
Trees standing might and tall,
Supporting the countless branches.
They shadowed the dewy ground,
Creating shimmering gaps of light from the above.
Branches that had shed their leaves,
Now climbing up the sky for comfort.
Another adventure had begun,
Each exciting than the last.