The tops of the trees shake from the high winds and are soaked half way threw from the red we have begun to know every time autumn comes around. soft piano plays to the broken melody that has been summer and while all this temperature changes the one thing that doesn't is you. You, the one who is rebellious enough to look up at the clouds on a rainy day and say the regular “come back another day today i want sun” but you don't need the sun. you shine enough everyday to make your own light seen from light years around. You dear reader are strong, strong enough to roll out of bed on rainy days. cut your problems out with a knife and spill them into the “come back another day today i want sun” file. The excuse always is misery loves company but let misery have your company at a distance… “be the change you want to see in the world” ~gandhi