Autumn is the year a tree leaves us
It loses its family each year
Yet it nutures a whole new family
It never complains nor do they
They're one big happy family that live gracefully together
They sway in the breeze
They sing, the birds sing with them, they shake and dance in the wind
Every 8 months its time to let go
Yet they're always used again they may be dead, but the leaves are used again
They're composted or printed on a childs painting
The soul still lives after death, in compost the leaves still live on and a painting is lived in someones hearts forever
Every 8 months the life is to be lived again
Look at the tree it never complains and treats the new family the same as ever and loves them all the same
It lives the simple life all the same over and over again and again
Yet we complain and take life for granted and they don't even utter a single word