Foliage

It’s the first day of fall. The hills are alive… breathing… gasping… for that last gust of a cool summer day. The leaves are gradually changing their color from monochromatic green hue to different shades of yellow, red, orange and brown. From the tree where they had their good times dancing and swaying to the cool breeze of summer wind, they will soon fall off from the branches in an orchestrated fashion to cover the grounds and stage a magnificent collage of lovely streaks of autumn symphony– a remembrance of a blissful summer that has been.

Like fall, life is a never ending process of beginning and the end... of birth and demise… of time and space. The changing hue represents the many aspects of life that makes it interesting if not worth-living for. Fall is a promise of the new covenant of hope for after the last leaf has finally let go of its grasp on the twig that holds it from the first day of spring, it will be swept away by the wind to its final destination… to rest and face its creator. It is a process of renewal… for every leaf that falls… a new leaf will have its chance to go through the same passage. A passage that is inevitable as life.