Angel’s Trumpets

The wind twirled dried leaves and flowers, round and round, holding them in its arms, in a close dance.. an ancient tree yawning a secret door to magical lands in its trunk.. a visible maze of windows opening into the branches all around.. angel's trumpets beckoned with alluring mystique.. hanging their heads, lest one sees the dark secrets in their eyes.. luring into hallucinogenic journeys to the point of no return.. trees held hands, weaving a beautiful mesh with browns, greens, reds, and yellows.. an ethereal dress held against the sky, with teasing hues of blue enmeshed with sunshine dappling through.. birds sang in notes unique to themselves.. in euphonic celebration of a new dawn..