Rewrite of an older poem

I fell in love with the trees, the plethora of greens, browns, and reds.

I fell in love with the sky and how it glows, how it cast shade upon every surface when the rain falls down, Silent as pain.

I fell in love with the stars and how they glimmer so far above, how they fall to earth to burn among the imperfect.

I fell in love with the waters and its silent dangers, both beautiful and unpredictable.

I fell in love with the world around me, as ugly and vengeful as it may be.

I fell in love with the innocents, with the purity of nature.