The dark, staunch trunks of pine
stretch like sentinels toward
the Texas sun;
Beyond, a woods of yellow,
orange and red sweet gums,
backlit by morning sun,
Creates a forest of fantasy,
a magical golden world of light,
of shimmer and of dancing blaze.
Deep in the flaming leaves
the sun plays and shimmers,
gilding every inch with glitter.
Here is a world beyond imagination
an ephemeral paradise
a garden that dazzles and disappears.