White Pine needles float,
The stream reflects fire:
God’s autumn glory.
“Let the heavens be glad, and let the earth rejoice;
let the sea roar, and all that fills it;
let the field exult, and everything in it!
Then shall all the trees of the forest sing for joy . . . .”
Carmina ad Gloriae Dei 
I just wanted to take a minute to say thanks for posting this. This area was on my mind recently, as a result I sincerely loved this article!
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Thank you for the encouragement!
Peace,
-dbl
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