I know you've seen the summer trees, where the sun makes gold their green leaves. The glow was trapped as the sun kissed each one goodbye, or hello, depending on how this story is supposed to go.

The sun reminded us everyday that summer was not here to stay. At least we can watch the green leaves burn brighter still, when they slowly turn crimson as the weather begins to chill.

Let's try not to fall while winter comes. I might go somewhere warm and follow the sun. But you know, maybe I'll stay here while the snowflakes float through. Especially since I hear that the falling snow glows too.