New Life
The trees seem like flags of many nations displaying their unique colors.
But their leaves will soon fall like heavy snow flakes,
joining an inevitable cycle of life we are all part of.
The trees soon are barren and forelorn, a colorless addition to the coming winter landscape.
But nature knows they will bring forth life again, patient and accepting, just waiting for the coming awakening from winter slumber.
Are we not just like the trees exposed to barren cycles in our lives, and shouldn't we expect our fortunes to be renewed, like the new cycle of life plain to see in the erupting buds of springtime.
By choosing to converse with each other, allowing our spirits the chance to dance, we can surely conquer the fears left over from the cold and bitter winters of our lives, knowing there will be new life available to us in the coming spring.
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