What is it that makes nature so unique to the writing world. We can write for hours and hours just about a simple leaf lying on the dirt pressed road. Today this question pondered in my mind. There was a moment when a scatter of red crinkled leaves blew across my feet. They were seeming to dance around one another, half floating half on the ground.
In nature, everything brings a different feel to the rhythm around them, and those little red leaves were showing me this:
Although they have fallen they are not lost. They still play with one another finding joy of a change in their lives. Before they were stuck in the tree where they lived, but down here they can dance and thrive in the wind. The red brightened their being showing me they were meant to be loved.
I felt the energy of their essence, and I began to mold my soul with theirs. They were so small like a baby crying. All you can do is come up and stop their crying. As you approach the little leaves of wonder. You begin to smile, because they see you there asunder. Their pleas for help have stopped with the sight of you, for all they wanted was to be noticed too. Nature calls our souls to come out and play, and today I did just that as I molded in this spiritual way.
Fall is a time to remember that change isn’t always bad, its a new beginning for all of us. Please feel free to remark on any changes you saw today, whether it be because of fall or your own life’s change.