"I sit here watching leaves, that have turned from a golden glow, to brown, etching lines upon my face revealing a sadness in a frown. A once so vibrant life, now appears to slowly ebb away, nature seems so very cruel, on this bitterly cold October day. Just like confetti in the swirling wind, they tumble from the majestic ageing Oak, gradually, teasingly disrobing, its now worn out tattered cloak. Preparing itself for another winter, to face the bitter cold it will bring, the Mighty Oak again is ready, to survive until the spring. Then once more, life will slowly emerge from this magnificent dormant tree, again the Mighty Oak will display its grandeur....that's what I love to see."