The prettiest and greatest thing about fall is the changing leaves. The brilliance of the gold, scarlet, and fiery oranges mesmerizes all who witness their beauty. When I come home in the afternoons, I love glancing out the windows and noticing how every color, though different, seems to fit perfectly with the other colors around it.
But I have to say, there is this one tree, and I have no idea what type it is, but I call it the "Fire Tree." Believe me, it completely deserves it. When autumn first begins, the leaves are dyed a bright, sunny yellow, but only on top. As fall continues to progress, the leaves on the inside of the tree begin to changes to the gorgeous yellow and the leaves on top crisp to a pumpkin orange. Finally, towards the end of the season, the inside burns the bright orange and the top is a dusty rouge. Every now and then, the sun catches the leaves just perfectly, and the tree seems to glow from within. Now I'm not a very good artist, and never have been, but seeing this tree makes me wish that I could just attempt to capture the beauty displayed before me. But, since I don't have this talent, each time I drive by, I take a few extra seconds to look at the tree and think about how pretty it is. And that, is pretty much the highlight of most of my fall days.
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