A spring quenches the thirst of a grove of aspens. The leaves were large and abundant in summer and blotted the sun from reaching the ground. Now as the temperature changes so ends there dominance in the sky. Scores of holes in the leafy canopy allow light to pierce down on to the meadow floor. The waxing rays of autumn sunlight reflect off the remaining leaves changing the mountain of green into a treasure of gold.
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