It is dawn on a beautiful summer’s day. I awoke and glanced outside an old, timber framed window with splintered, dilapidated white paint. I scanned the giant, slightly burnt oak tree settled on a luscious, grassy hill. I also watched the spectacular sight of the sun rising to brighten the earth and how it made me feel more in sync with nature and all it has to offer. It is now 12:45pm. I’d just finished walking my dog and I felt absolutely parched and famished. It was still worthwhile because the view was astonishing. Lucky I took my camera otherwise I wouldn’t have captured some great shots of a bare tree, a gorgeous horizon and a road scattered with tarnishedleaves. What a striking autumn. It's now afternoon of that, frosty time of the year. Winter. Just the thought of that single word sends shivers up my spine everytime or maybe it was the feel of the strong and sudden winter breeze rush past , shaking a thin layer of snow to fall off a nearby roof and hit the the paved sidewalk (almost hitting a little boy,) with an echoing "THUMP" that travelled down the shallow ,empty gravel road What I like best of all about this happy,joyful season is the way the weather changes nature itself.For example, SNOW, when a thick,delicate proportion of fresh snow is smothered amongst branches of a perfectly bare tree because of the season before, the whole trees appearence seems to change and form a more elegant, smooth look instead of a jagged, straight, meaningless embodiment/structure. This process makes everything you see so much more worth it. It's the end of the season as I lay in bed with my head spinning and jam-packed with thoughts, memories, hopes and lots of other wonderful things. One of them being what happened this Spring such as waking up to hear the harmonial lullaby of the gorgeous blue-birds, seeing all the cute little species of fauna scurranging through the thin blades of grass, the exotic scent of a nearby field of elegant flowers, that when blooms become those pesty honey bees crops, which they harvest to make a scrumptious,sticky substance we call honey and also when they bloom add a colourful, angelic touch to the already brightly shaded lime-green grass. As I abruptly dozed off to the soothing sound of rain pelting down on the ugly,brown guttering I imediatley began to dream ...... "What a wonderful year i recall having" I thought aloud. The view was exhilaratingly facsinating and charming plus I learnt alot too. What a benifit !! I gained a significant amount of knoledge this year of course, but the best thing i gained overall was a proper understanding of the true beauty of nature with in.After drinking, it stood up and its hazel brown eyes turned to look at the strange being sitting at the water’s edge. Its small nose twitched as it caught the human scent, but it still just stood there, sensing no danger from him. The man walked towards it, the doe noting that the man walked with extreme caution. He then touched the doe’s head, and it nuzzled against his body. His warm eyes gazed into the doe’s brown eyes, and he saw the compassionate soul that resided inside the doe’s body, and he let it go free. The doe bounded away, and the man closed his eyes and for one more time, thought about how Nature was the world’s greatest artist. Then he walked away, content that the beauty of the world would be here for another day. He is richest who is content with the least, for content is the wealth of Nature.