Beauty in Death
Leaves--brown, gold, pink, red, orange, and yellow--blending together to form the richest carpet for the forest floor that smells of earth and sky. Trees are aflame with them and it is so hard to realize that the leaves are dying. Dropping one...by...one to the ground below, where eventually they will rot away, enriching the soil so new plants can grow come spring.
There is beauty even in death.