Beautiful tghought, my dear---And So Well Said!
Facing life colors withcheerful equanimitythe treerevels in russets and reds and browns, shining gold in the early autumn sun.There is no regretfor the loss of green.And she wondershow to tell her daughtersthatif your mind remains greenyou need no other colorto beat the passages of timein your life.....
Fallen LeavesWhy should I be the first to fallOf all the leaves on this old tree?Though sadly soon I know that allWill lose their hold and follow me.While my birth-brothers bravely blow,Why should I be first to go?Why should I be the last to clingOf all the leaves on this bleak bough?I've fluttered since the fire of SpringAnd I am worn and withered now.I would escape the Winter galeAnd sleep soft-silvered by a snail.When swoop the legions of the snowTo pitch their tents in roaring weatherWe fallen leaves will lie belowAnd rot rejoicingly together;And from our rich and dark decayWill laugh our brothers of the May.--Robert William Service
Thanks Ugich and Tara. I love it when something inspires others to share a different angle. Wonderful!
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