Death to Life

A gentle breeze wakes the dawn, moving effortlessly through the trees,the autumn leaves shiver at the touch of her cold hands. Knowing their time has come they release their grasp on life and with the grace of a ballerina, they twirl softly to the ground. The sun bright and inviting offers little warmth to the earth as it prepares itself for winters sleep. Soon all will be blanketed in sparkling pure white, slumbering beneath its cold beauty.

Does nature dream of its awakening, does it wait in anticipation of new birth? And once reborn into this world does it wait in apprehension for its death once again?Nature puts all its effort into its short span of time, splashing our world with color and sound and extraordinary beauty. Its as if they know, and give it all they can while they are here.

Are we so unlike nature? Do we give this world all the good and beauty and love we can for the time we are here?Or do we hide away, waiting with apprehension for our slumber? Forgetting that when we wake again, it will be in a place where the creator of nature holds the master design and it never sleeps.