An Angel's Touch

As I walk down the path, nothing is the same,
Replacing the peaceful green are vibrant hues,
The same star burst of colors that are in a sunset.
Fluttering down are sparks of flame, lingering in the wind.
My breath floats in the air as I exhale,
After breathing in the scent of frost.
Moonbeams spill from above, giving the air a silver tint, as twilight approaches,
With the sun disappearing behind my back.
Though there is no sound, if I listen,
I can hear the distant harmony of the earth as it changes.
I feel as though I should tiptoe, as to not disturb this breathtaking transformation.
This is a vision, or a wish come true
A veil of perfection has been lifted, showing an imperfection,
That seems even more amazing.
This is a world of mysteries, filled with the unknown,
Waiting to be explored.
Even though it is very frantic here, there is an essence of gracefulness,
Like there is the faintest echo of an angel's touch.