( Written in Fall, 2007, Boise, Idaho,US)
Life looks so much better with the fall colors around. The fallen leaves make the streets look beautiful, like the pretty girl with her hair left carelessly open and the wind playing with it. The trees which make Fall beautiful, they are so exquisite. They are red, orange,yellow and lo, I see the greens too. But these arent the lush green "greens" . They are the evergreen greens, which sadly arent so beautifully green.
I suddenly felt thtat they almost spoilt the view. But they took me deep into thinking about the highs and lows of life.
There would come a time down the lane where these "full-of-life"trees would shed all the leaves and look barren and make the place look depressing. The corpses of these trees are like the low times in life. Even while they embrace death, they do celebrate. But then whn everything is cold and freezing and dead, the evergreens are still green, they still stand tall amongst all the dead trees and frozen lakes. One kind of a saintly life, no extreme happiness, no extreme sorrow.
Which of these lives would be better? I suppose a colorful life is much better and eventhough the winter buries it all under the snow, one could know for sure that spring isn't far behind.
Life looks so much better with the fall colors around. The fallen leaves make the streets look beautiful, like the pretty girl with her hair left carelessly open and the wind playing with it. The trees which make Fall beautiful, they are so exquisite. They are red, orange,yellow and lo, I see the greens too. But these arent the lush green "greens" . They are the evergreen greens, which sadly arent so beautifully green.
I suddenly felt thtat they almost spoilt the view. But they took me deep into thinking about the highs and lows of life.
There would come a time down the lane where these "full-of-life"trees would shed all the leaves and look barren and make the place look depressing. The corpses of these trees are like the low times in life. Even while they embrace death, they do celebrate. But then whn everything is cold and freezing and dead, the evergreens are still green, they still stand tall amongst all the dead trees and frozen lakes. One kind of a saintly life, no extreme happiness, no extreme sorrow.
Which of these lives would be better? I suppose a colorful life is much better and eventhough the winter buries it all under the snow, one could know for sure that spring isn't far behind.
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