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Leaves, Living and Dying
Beauty behind Surrender
Autumn colored leaves gently relinquish their hold, vibrant new shoots reach for the sun. Even those that hold for longer eventually grace the ground. Sweet or struggled surrender all end on the brown.
Feathers once firm, dandelion lightly in a breeze, while others unfurl in verdant promise in their former stations, promising flight. For the latter, Sky’s the limit; the former, earth is their one-stop destination.
Nature’s design; old yields to novelty. Yet when the moment arrives, every strand of hair — from most recent to time embraced — gray out, a badge of honor, quiet dignity.
Today, in my world, there are a lot of old skins clinging to new wine, blind to the empty fresh skins. Pushing back against our wheel of life. Afraid of finally adjusting their trajectory, thinking south belongs to the devil and heaven must be skyward. How folly.
