Jerry Uelsmann
Untitled, 2008
I see . . .
Trees,a field,
A pond with leaves lightly landing on the water.
The sun light resting on the water.
In the background I see trees already barren of their leaves.
I smell . . .
I smell the fresh air.The rain that had just fell.
The pond water.
The fresh cut grass.
The tree sap
I hear . . .
The wind crashing into my earThe whisper of the pond
The leaves falling onto the ground and water and the
The birds whistling
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