The Sun of the North shines brightly,
Despite the chilly breeze.
It gilds all that it touches,
As it filters through the trees.

***

The trees looked like they came out of a picture book.

The golden sunlight streaked in between the trunks, creating what seemed to be a spot lit stage in the lap of nature.

The leaves shimmered as they filtered the radiance of the morning Sun.

She waltzed across the ground littered with the brown leaves of autumn.

Every step she took crunched pleasantly.

This was a spot frequented by deer, but not one of those beautiful, meek creatures made their presence felt that morning.

She was slightly disappointed, but the filtered sunlight lightened her heart and blessed her with a vision divine.