As time passes the branches shed their disguise, exposing the bare bark of a brown skeleton. The petals fall graciously, absorbed back into the soil in which it came from. The grass has lost its bright green hue, a pale yellow blanketing the soles of our feet. The ground frozen in place, no space to grow beauty or maintain life.
We don’t question nature and its natural process of life and renewal.
We accept it knowing the ground will soften again. Knowing the grass will have its natural lush restored. Certain the stems will produce beautiful rose petals rich in red. Allowing the trees to cover empty spaces of the cold, providing shade for the ill-tempered.
Can we do the same with ourselves?
Don’t question nature.
