Sunlight illuminates leaves of crimson gold and yellow against the Carolina blue sky.
Sunlight illuminates leaves of crimson, gold, and yellow against the Carolina blue sky. Beautiful, aged leaves, wearing scars of seasons past. There’s no perfection to these fading leaves, spotted as they are by fungus, edges carved ragged by hungry caterpillars, torn by winds of summer storms, but beautiful, they are. Trees have no concern of vanity, no need for cosmetics, no desire to win the admiration of other beings. Just as they reach the peak of color the leaves let go, drifting to the ground to feed the fungus and keep warm the caterpillars, in what I can only perceive as a perfect act of unconditional love. ~K