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Have you ever felt like a leaf?
The fall is a season of beauty to those who have eyes to see a hope looming large in the distance - to those with eyes that can envision the coming new life. Lately I've felt much like a leaf, a leaf in the fall. Leaves in the fall have a much more whimsical notion brewing within their bodily cages than they wear the rest of the year; for they put on an ostentatious display of their ability to tan and color during the coldgreydays of October, yet eventually dry up of energy to the point of laying around on the job. Through eight weeks of various changes, we begin to tire. We have shown off our abilitites to wow our observers, eventually fatiguing to the point of collapsing to the unforgiving frosty tipped dirty soil. We are left to the desires of the tempest, blown this way and that. We feel as if others control the direction of our travels. We either comply or put up a futile struggle that will only leave us with less at the end.
Like the leaves, we pile up with our brothers and sisters; the leaves do it in cozy coves and corners of streets and agaisnt fences of wood, feeling at home again close to the termite's fodder; we do it in blandly lit libraries and nooks which provide the coats necessary to ward off the frost. The frost is predicted on syllabi and on green screens which display the coolness of night. But in the end, I don't feel like a leaf. For leaves fall apart and are never seen again. But we, we on the other hand hold together, strengthened by the life that flows through our fingers and our comrades as well. Waves of Red Warmth stream through tunnels, which refuse to let us end in the soil.
Papers fly and the leaves of trees handed in to those with degrees are marked with letters that ensure we'll return in the spring. And eventually we'll hold our creamishly tan leaf that tells the world we have weathered the storm and are ready to commence on a new season in the Spring of life.
Have you ever felt like a leaf?
The fall is a season of beauty to those who have eyes to see a hope looming large in the distance - to those with eyes that can envision the coming new life. Lately I've felt much like a leaf, a leaf in the fall. Leaves in the fall have a much more whimsical notion brewing within their bodily cages than they wear the rest of the year; for they put on an ostentatious display of their ability to tan and color during the coldgreydays of October, yet eventually dry up of energy to the point of laying around on the job. Through eight weeks of various changes, we begin to tire. We have shown off our abilitites to wow our observers, eventually fatiguing to the point of collapsing to the unforgiving frosty tipped dirty soil. We are left to the desires of the tempest, blown this way and that. We feel as if others control the direction of our travels. We either comply or put up a futile struggle that will only leave us with less at the end.
Like the leaves, we pile up with our brothers and sisters; the leaves do it in cozy coves and corners of streets and agaisnt fences of wood, feeling at home again close to the termite's fodder; we do it in blandly lit libraries and nooks which provide the coats necessary to ward off the frost. The frost is predicted on syllabi and on green screens which display the coolness of night. But in the end, I don't feel like a leaf. For leaves fall apart and are never seen again. But we, we on the other hand hold together, strengthened by the life that flows through our fingers and our comrades as well. Waves of Red Warmth stream through tunnels, which refuse to let us end in the soil.
Papers fly and the leaves of trees handed in to those with degrees are marked with letters that ensure we'll return in the spring. And eventually we'll hold our creamishly tan leaf that tells the world we have weathered the storm and are ready to commence on a new season in the Spring of life.