The foliage was turning golden in the autumn light grazing cows were lazily munching lunches and in the forest aged logs lay prone upon the soil nourishment for grubs and belching beetles overlooked by benevolent trees and rustling leaves whispering soulfully to a melancholy breeze scared by the sight of an angrily emoting mountain belching smoke and flame into an ashen sky at gas pipelines, loggers, oil drillers and coal mines. kenwsimpson.blogspot.com