I wonder if trees could talk, what would they say about autumn–the suffocating death of their leaves?  “Injustice!  Objection!  Nooo!  Wait!  What is happening?!  This hurts.”  Then again, what does their protest really matter?  The cold will come.  The sunlight will clock out early.  And the leaves will be forced to release their grip and return back to their roots, literally.

The tree calls it, “Painful.”

The public calls it, “Beautiful.”

The Creator calls it, “Natural and necessary but, most certainly, not the end.”

TAKE HEART.