Ami also finds leaves quite attractive, most especially when they are covered in tiny dew drops. She finds the beauty in everything in nature and cherishes it. Most of the photos she took were from the Divine Word Retreat House, a place where she attended the leadership seminar. Sometimes, she struggles to capture the perfect shot due to her height but she is able to manage anyways. Take a look at some of the pictures she took:
The Falling Leaves-by Sir Charles George Douglas Roberts Lightly He blows, and at His breath they fall, The perishing kindreds of the leaves; they drift, Spent flames of scarlet, gold aërial, Across the hollow year, noiseless and swift. Lightly He blows, and countless as the falling Of snow by night upon a solemn sea, The ages circle down beyond recalling, To strew the hollows of Eternity. He sees them drifting through the spaces dim, And leaves and ages are as one to Him.
Trees in Autumn-by John Jay Chapman The poets have made Autumn sorrowful; I find her joyous, radiant, serene. Her pomp is hung in a deep azure sky That turns about the world by day and night, Nor loses its bright charm. And when the trees resign their foliage, Loosing their leaves upon the cradling air As liberally as if they ne'er had owned them,-- They show the richer for the nakedness That weds them with the clarity of heav'n.
The Leaf-by Ruby Archer The leaflet, greening with a vigored sap, Ripens its being in the sun and wind; And then, in some cool hour, it loses hold Of all that made life dear, and lightly drifts On breezy current to the deep of grass, And there with autumn rain disintegrates,-- Giving its mite to richening of earth. Is that the end? Wait yet the planets' rolling. In Spring, the seeking roots will gather in The tender mould our little leaf became, And merge it into miracle of life. Behold the resurrection of the leaf! There is no death—mere winter of a sleep.
Indian Summer-by Ruby Archer Autumn leaves, why deck yourselves In these brilliant hues? Is it work of fairy elves, Fairies to amuse?
Is it that you would prepare For your latest breath-- Cleopatra-like, be fair For the sting of death?