
The trees and bushes that had been working on their summer green have been slowly loosing their emerald shroud and now are putting on a multicolored mask. The transformation seems to have happened over night but it is impossible that such magnificent colors could have emerged over night.
The leaves have not changed shape but now hold a color pallet that only God could have derived. A wisp of confused wind filters though the proud transformed trees and flitter to the awaiting arms of the ground below. There is no sound when the leaves congregate on the turf below but they seem to scurry around to find their place on natures dinner plate. There is no need to clean the ground because God will recycle the leaves when no one is around.

Now the trees stand naked and are only caressed by an eerie moon lit night. They are now ready to party on that special scary Halloween night.