We grow alongside the trees,
Thanking them for their coverage,
Yet asking them to change.
We gather the leaves that fall as if they have no purpose once they’ve shed.
I suppose we humans try to erase our histories, as if bagging up the mess could make it disappear.
Instead of leaving the mess to look back upon as a steady reminder of the growth that brought us here.
The leaves, you see, if left in their natural state, protect the ground beneath from the harsh Winter to come.
Every natural function has its purpose.
No need to linger on the mess; simply let it stay behind and continue.
Let the seasons teach us all the lessons we need to know.
Follow nature in its infinite wisdom.
Awaken in the Spring, open your eyes, plant seeds meant to nourish over the long days to come.
Summer is alive, thriving, bustling with the call of every creature. Fruitfully preparing for the slow creep into coldness.
As Autumn finds her way in, the days become shorter, energy begins to decline. Creatures prepare for the long nights drawing near, when finally, rest.
Winter’s scant days, with little light, the ecosystem sleeps. All the creatures are quiet, no remnants of the bustling energy that swept the lands just a few moons ago.
If this all makes sense to you, then why can’t you see? The sadness enveloping you in the darkness isn’t because of you, dear. You are a creature. Your body yearns to follow its natural ebbs and flows. When the winter demands of you so much, yet your mind has dug into hibernation, the sadness comes from your refusal to remember yourself. You are the wild. You are the ecosystem.