this is the time of year that always reminds you of how the earth is constantly changing around you. There is this tree right in front of my balcony that to me has been like hands on a clock. One morning i walk out and it is green and full and as the days go the green turns slowly golden. And then one day the golden leaves scatter the ground around the apartment, and the tree is bare. There is beauty in change , in watching things die. It holds the anticipation of the next season of life which is sometimes full and green and other times cold and bare, but spring is always around the corner...the new is always a breath away.
Nothing Gold Can Stay
Robert Frost
Nature's first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
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