Autumn
Red, yellow, green, brown, maple, so many colors, yet we seek their beauty put them between two pieces of waxed paper, to make a collection as a keepsake.. they fall gently in the blowing wind, we admire, seek their peak times of when their changing colors are brightest, we walk in their rakes up piles, kids have fun throwing them around.
What if we could be just as welcoming with each other’s differences in humans? You can learn a lot from fall, autumn, as the saying goes, “thus season too shall pass”.
Summer, fall, winter, spring, each has its own unique qualities we like, warm, cold, hot, some complain others are content. It’s a never ending cycle, it will happen no matter what we say, the seasons have their own reasons to come and go, we just have to take them as they come no sense in fretting, it’s a waste of time.
Just enjoy each season for what it offers, because as leaves each have their own color, size, shape, so do we, it’s what is in the inside that matters most…
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