With the onset of Fall, the trees had begun to explode into colors. The wintry sun lit them up in its soft, warm and orange glow. The lake was as still as a mirror. We were walking around the lake and I saw a tree which had branches coming out of it at an angle; hovering over the lake. The reflection caught my eye, because in it, I could see an eye: an Iris formed by the yellowish-greenish shrubs with the pupil drawn out in the black shadows where no sunlight was reflected from. The tree with it’s bent branches formed the body of the eye.
Is it just me or do you see His eye too?