I will spend that season gathering up dead leaves.
In doing so, I shall recall that: ‘He has made everything beautiful in its time’. Even in death, they cannot disguise their grandeur. We should learn to exist like them.
For to do so is to discover that as we gently glide to the ground, we too are assuming an everlasting place in the human heart.
We too are experiencing death, no longer as an enemy, but as something essential to a beautiful life.