We grow alongside the trees, entitled to their coverage, demanding they exist the way we want.
We gather the leaves that fall as if they have no purpose once they’ve shed.
I suppose, as humans, we try to erase our histories, as if bagging up the mess could make it disappear.
Instead of leaving the mess to look back on; a steady reminder of the growth that brought us here.
The leaves, you see, protect the ground beneath from the harsh Winter to come.
Everything in nature has its purpose.
No need to linger on the mess; simply let it stay behind and move forward.
Let the seasons be our teacher.
Follow nature in its infinite wisdom.
Awaken in the Spring, open your eyes, plant the seeds to nourish over the long days to come.
Summer, full of the calls of every creature, is a time to tend the land; the days are epic, the nights are late, our bodies grow tired.
As Autumn comes in, days grow shorter, energy is on decline; creatures prepare for the long nights ahead, when finally, they can rest.
With Winter’s chill and the little daylight, the ecosystem sleeps.
All the creatures go silent, no remnants of the bustling energy that swept the lands just moons ago.
We too are creatures.
Our bodies yearn to follow nature’s ebbs and flows.
You are the wild.
You are the ecosystem.