If you think that it is quite a worked-up scene, guess again.
It was just as she fell from the tree that used to be her tenant for summer.
A hot beautiful summer that made her grow beautifully.
And she chose to land gracefully, without altering her perfect, almost drawn-like-shape.
Now, on a still juicy green sunbed, she cherishes the last rays until autumn is over.
I liked her peace, and her dignity, her posing so nicely for all of us.
No good days for her ahead: just freezing cold days that will shatter and mute her golden tones.
Who cares though about tomorrow, when today, such a happy glowing display ahead?