What could be more peaceful and soothing to the soul than a walk through the trees on a cool, sunny November afternoon. Nothing to hear but the sound of nature, birds chirping, and unseen mysterious animals making crunching noises through the leaves. Fall is natures time of rest and preparation. As she lays peaceful, her care seems possible, even for me. Whether possible or not, she is mine, and nothing can take her away from me without my will or permission. At least for now.
My name is Christy Franklin.