Only God Can Make a Tree

A tree. Nothing more. As tall as it was full, almost overwhelming to look at. Circling the truck of the tree, the leaves glowed a pure yellow, touching on a feeling of innocence. As the branches grew and reached outwards, the leaves began to change, quickly but effortlessly transforming colours to a golden orange. A beautiful color it was. As the branches narrowed towards the tips, the fingernail leaves glowed fiercer to a fiery orange, but never quite red, simply a blazing orange. As the wind gently blew through the leaves, it seemed to give it life, the tree danced with the swift winds, bringing the inferno into existence. Flames of maple dazzling the eyes. Loose leaves would soon lose touch of their woodland mother and glide gracefully down through the air; a gentle orange rain born of a wild orange flame. I wish you had been there, if not to take a picture, then simply to see. I wish I could say more, but simply put, it took my breath away.