Autumn whispered to the wind, "I fall; but always rise again" - Angie Weilend-Crosby
It's October 1st! That means that although we might still be going for a swim every now and then, we should officially start saying our farewells to summer. It is also time to get those light cardigans out, and perhaps even the time to start preparing to carve some pumpkins. Cosy and exciting times ahead, huh? Cosy and exciting times.
See? Although saying goodbye to what was a relatively long summer is not going to be easy, we should focus on the beauty autumn - and the seasons after - can offer. And don't worry, it will be summer again before you know it. That's the thing with seasons, they change all the time, leaving us trying to grasp how yet another one has slipped by. This can be said both for the seasons of the year, as well as for the seasons of our lives.
But enough with the rambling! A poem will capture what I'm trying to say much more efficiently, so here goes:
Autumn
A tree, full of different-coloured leaves,
Under a beautiful autumn sky,
Takes care to shed its greens and reds,
Until she is naked, even shy.
"My duty is done," she sadly states,
"Now my job is to wait, but not cry."
Life is simply like this, I must say.
Indeed, we're often robbed of coloured leaves,
Forcing us to feel empty and bare.
Elegiac, though we mustn't grieve.
Seasons of the year change shortly,
And so do the seasons of life,
Our coloured leaves will be restored;
If we learn to wait, we will thrive.
30/9/2020
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