Leaves

Wow. Driving home from college everyday I truly get to see one of the wonders of this Earth. The trees have now fully changed colors and although it is actually a representation of the end of their lives, it has a great lesson that we can learn. These leaves are at the end of the rope. They are dying with most already dead. What is most interesting about a leaf is the fashion that it dies. Blooming in the spring is a great adventure for the leaf. Bursting forth, finally, in full size and glory it becomes born. Summer is often full of trials and hardships. The silkworms munch and the Japanese beetles crunch, but the leaf remains true to its color and stature. Fall is quickly approaching and the leaf's life is drawing eerily close to its end. With death approaching what does the leaf do? Does the leaf wither away to nothing? Shroud itself in darkness? Disappear and die in solitude? No. Most certainly not. The leaf flourishes. It shows its true color and goes through a metamorphosis. The bright red, yellow, or orange come out shine through. Even the brown leaves are gorgeous in nature. Not just a brown to be forgotten. As a human, and as a man, I need to learn from the leaf. When death is approaching, I need to flourish and have my true colors shine forth. We cannot tell when death is approaching though. We cannot feel the moisture depleting from our veins like the leaves do; therefore, I have determined that I must ALWAYS show my true colors and shine brightly as if I were dying.

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-Philip