Cycles

Watch the leaves as they form and change, locked into an ever changing process of life and death under the fingers of the maple. In life they serve their purpose, but show the most beauty nearest to death. Are we like leaves? Though our cores live on and endure the cold, heat, and storm, do we ourselves give off a wonder to those around us as we plummet into despair? Who can say but God? Reveling in the splendor of our surroundings, only seems to bring us further down only surviving by the balloon of faith in a hope and a future. Watch the people as they are locked in an ever changing cycle of grief, and joy. Ending their display finally, in death.