I watched the fall leaves flutter to the ground in colors only nature can produce. The cycle of life is short for a leaf. They come in as a not-so-splendid bud and unwrap themselves into vivid green, shiny living pieces that cover much less splendid limbs, branches, and bark.
The leaf is without speech, yet they whisper in unison to us while the wind moves thru the collective family of leaves as they sway back and forth as if it where an orchestrated dance. The roots hold them in place so as not to leave the dance floor before the final October bluster carries them away and the band stops playing.
Their life comes in as a small, bland, and dark bud, and at season’s end they leave the tree it clings to as they fall to the ground full of color, grandeur, and calm. They float gracefully to the ground on their final journey. Helped along by the constant companion the wind, to it’s final resting place (and hopefully blows all the way to North Dakota so I don’t have to rake them) as it must make room for a new replacement. And so it goes, and so it goes. Winter has taken the only Technicolor dream coat a tree could want.
Spring will help shed the snow’s resting place, the buds will form and it’s time for another display of God’s creative hand.