So this is an entry for the description contest held by PiratePandaFootie. Sorry if it's a little weird or something. I'm just winging it. A lonely owl perches on a dark tree limb with a pondering air about him, and a peaceful look to the tilt of his head. The trees stand steadfast on their roots, defying the many storms that have tried to knock them down. They whisper of the coming autumn, and throw down the leaves clinging to their many branches as soft yellow hue bled through the canopy, then gently shifted into a kindly blue, then a sleepy purple, until the sunrays faded to a black with the depth of an ocean. (image from google)
