Journey with Autumn
My favorite season is fast approaching. Around this time of year I always look forward to gazing out my window or walking along the sidewalks just to admire the illuminating glow and beauty of Nature’s first signs of its cyclic life. Though I always know what to expect from each season, I never cease to be amazed by the wonders of Nature.
Autumn is a special season. To me, it narrates a beautiful story.
It begins with a soft, subtle change in the atmosphere; a breeze sweeping coolly through the air, brushing through the trees as if to inform them of the change that will soon take place. In response, the trees’ leaves slowly transform from a lively, fresh green to a bright sunny orange and to some leaves, a blazing, fiery red. I am amazed by the infallible communication and harmony Nature possesses!
One by one, the leaves begin to fall. Each falling independently of each other; having their own rhythm, time and place. I admire the leaves for their beauty and graceful independence. Even when falling they maintain the gentle beauty that most people can only dream of. I begin to wonder, though, whether the trees feel pain at the departure of its leaves; the product of its entire year’s worth of tender, careful and tedious nurturing. It was then that I realized that Nature was not simply a one-dimensional story. Autumn is not only a beautiful season for us to observe, but a necessary change Nature must endure in order to continue its indefinite seasonal life.
Autumn is a season of beautiful, life-giving pain.
As time goes by, the breeze becomes stronger and more frequent. Soon, the once warm, summer air turns to empty coldness with its intensity exacerbated by the falling rain. The trees stripped of their leaves stand naked and alone watching the corpse of their once beautiful leaves laying by their feet, slowly rotting away. The rain beats on my window and I sit there watching, wondering if there is any pain as great as that of the trees at this moment. I steer
Autumn is a special season. To me, it narrates a beautiful story.
It begins with a soft, subtle change in the atmosphere; a breeze sweeping coolly through the air, brushing through the trees as if to inform them of the change that will soon take place. In response, the trees’ leaves slowly transform from a lively, fresh green to a bright sunny orange and to some leaves, a blazing, fiery red. I am amazed by the infallible communication and harmony Nature possesses!
One by one, the leaves begin to fall. Each falling independently of each other; having their own rhythm, time and place. I admire the leaves for their beauty and graceful independence. Even when falling they maintain the gentle beauty that most people can only dream of. I begin to wonder, though, whether the trees feel pain at the departure of its leaves; the product of its entire year’s worth of tender, careful and tedious nurturing. It was then that I realized that Nature was not simply a one-dimensional story. Autumn is not only a beautiful season for us to observe, but a necessary change Nature must endure in order to continue its indefinite seasonal life.
Autumn is a season of beautiful, life-giving pain.
As time goes by, the breeze becomes stronger and more frequent. Soon, the once warm, summer air turns to empty coldness with its intensity exacerbated by the falling rain. The trees stripped of their leaves stand naked and alone watching the corpse of their once beautiful leaves laying by their feet, slowly rotting away. The rain beats on my window and I sit there watching, wondering if there is any pain as great as that of the trees at this moment. I steer