The beauty found in the leaves death is a paradox…for who among us thinks of death as beautiful…and yet we marvel at the colors and the majesty of a tree in full color…
It is like the tree is saying, “you took no notice of me all year, but here as my leaves die, i will make you see me again…take notice of me”

sometimes…trees speak…the question is, are we listening?


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