A copper beech stands out on meadow green,
the hand of God draws colour to viewed scene:
such artistry, so subtle, so sublime,
one's wonder grows within, spins outside time.
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Great Fantasy and a miracle expression after 33 years still shining the colour as new, Thank you for the sensational gift, A Warm Regards of glourious 2009 to you.