A walk in the woods

Neighborhood pond - Photo credit Mrs. O

I took a walk this morning.

There was a nip in the air - nothing a light jacket could not handle.
I turned one corner and rounded another, everywhere beauty called; In the flowers budding, the cardinals and robins singing, twirling around branches and twigs.
I came to a pond.
The sun gently gazed upon its surface, calm and peaceful.
The sun turned to the trees and they glistened, their leaves shone like honey droplets, sweet and golden.
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What is it about the trees and the sun that makes artists turn to verse? 🤔