. . . [H]e saw the tree above him, and the stars,
And the veins in the leaf,
And the light, and the balance.
And he saw magnificent perfection,
Whereon he thought of himself in balance,
And he knew he was. (The Balance by Mike Pinder, Moody Blues)
As I was driving I caught sight of this lime green tree. I hit the brakes and backed up to take in the view of the sun peaking through the clouds and lighting up these trees.
