See the Tree's

See the trees and watch rhe leaves, as they fall on a fresh blanket of snow. See the trees and watch the leaves, where do they go? Do they die and wither, just to turn to dust? Or do they form the ground below, a hard and granite crust? Maybe they just lay there, suspended in stillness and time. Just waiting to be re-born again, with a different shape, projected by nature's scheming mind. Its living span is just a moment, through life's passing door. Then it is gone into the past, to exist it seems, no more. See the trees and watch the leaves, and then ask your self this. When it comes our time to go, what will we face? Disaster or eternal bliss, from the human race?