you never know when it is going to happen. One moment it’s a regular kind of day, you wake to rain. Watch the leaves turn colors, gold and greens. Crimson even. And a thought passes through your mind like a casual stroll in a park. “That’s right” you tell yourself “Life is like the season” and you smile as you watch another leaf fall. You can feel the shiver of winter, but still the soft warmth of the sun on your pale cheek. You think ” how beautiful is it?” knowing the answer already. The fading, and you’re not sad because you know, they will return. Those leaves will come back, uncurling. Soft green dappled by a warming sun. You’re not a afraid for them. You smile as you watch them pass from one season into the next. If I could take that wisdom, peel back that flimsy veil of life. and be that tree. Solid and strong. Majestic! To stand for a hundred years. With that wisdom deep in the roots, that life is not eternal, it is only a season. It is only a season. You never know when it is going to happen. One moment it’s a regular kind of day, and you wake to pain.
INTO THIS DEEP 