The morning mist quietly arrived with a veil of haze which scattered its tiny droplets upon the slumbering grass. The brown crumpled leaves nestled between each blade of grass as if they were clinging to their life force which let them go. All things in nature trying with great despair to hang on before they finally acknowledge the cold Winter air that tests their fortitude. Finally peace comes as the frigid winter casts its seasonal shadow upon the countryside. Rest easy o’ beautiful land, that your splendor may return yet again.