a pulchritudinous sight

these clouds! they are numerous, but in this amount, they cannot cover the blue above.
this blue! it is bold, but it does not make the eye look away from the trees.
these trees! on them are many colours; among them, each one is different. what entertainment for the eye!
my eyes! so excited by this pulchritudinous sight.

see how sweet all of this is!
ah, too bad! I will not always be here to see this; I must leave!
ah, what a shame! my ability to look at the pictures will end; I shall die!
how unfortunate! this will change: wind flies, sun turns, leaves fall, and rocks are scratched and scraped by all things flowing.

will this morph into beauty?
will this morph into nastiness?
no one can know!

this thing is also on mastodon.