I find autumn leaves so precious and beautiful. Like you, I found one on the street and picked it up. It's sitting on the desk in my office at work. The leaf has dried out and crinkled, but still retains some of the brillant colors I saw when it was fresh and wet.
Recently a friend of mine suffered a very serious loss in her family. I was reminded of a poem by Nancy Wood about the autum leaves:
You shall ask What good are dead leaves And I will tell you They nourish the sore earth. You shall ask What reason is there for winter And I will tell you To bring about new leaves. You shall ask Why are the leaves so green And I will tell you Because they are rich with life. You shall ask Why must summer end And I will tell you So that the leaves can die.
There is something very powerful about the color surrounding us when the trees give away their life energy to the earth.
I find autumn leaves so precious and beautiful. Like you, I found one on the street and picked it up. It's sitting on the desk in my office at work. The leaf has dried out and crinkled, but still retains some of the brillant colors I saw when it was fresh and wet.
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You shall ask
What good are dead leaves
And I will tell you
They nourish the sore earth.
You shall ask
What reason is there for winter
And I will tell you
To bring about new leaves.
You shall ask
Why are the leaves so green
And I will tell you
Because they are rich with life.
You shall ask
Why must summer end
And I will tell you
So that the leaves can die.
There is something very powerful about the color surrounding us when the trees give away their life energy to the earth.