Autumn in the Marshes
At sunrise, the first rays of light pierce the horizon. They reach the autumn leaves of a group of trees, lighting them up in a golden glow. Around them, the landscape is still in shadow, waiting for the warmth of the light.At sunrise, the first rays of light pierce the horizon. They reach the autumn leaves of a group of trees, lighting them up in a golden glow. Around them, the landscape is still in shadow, waiting for the warmth of the light.
At sunrise, the first rays of light pierce the horizon. They reach the autumn leaves of a group of trees, lighting them up in a golden glow. Around them, the landscape is still in shadow, waiting for the warmth of the light.At sunrise, the first rays of light pierce the horizon. They reach the autumn leaves of a group of trees, lighting them up in a golden glow. Around them, the landscape is still in shadow, waiting for the warmth of the light.
At sunrise, the first rays of light pierce the horizon. They reach the autumn leaves of a group of trees, lighting them up in a golden glow. Around them, the landscape is still in shadow, waiting for the warmth of the light.At sunrise, the first rays of light pierce the horizon. They reach the autumn leaves of a group of trees, lighting them up in a golden glow. Around them, the landscape is still in shadow, waiting for the warmth of the light.
