Bleeding in Color
Something struck me the other day,
while my footsteps tread lightly on the dry leaves,
and the wind sang her song,
for the blades of grass to dance along.
It's tangible in the air -
the imminent changing season -
and now is the time we reflect on the warmth that was.
Here, my thoughts are the rain.
And my words are an ocean.
The trees have known the cold.
They've felt it's merciless fury too.
And oh how they embrace it.
They harness the imminent knowledge,
and send a fire from their core out to the extents of their bodies,
illuminating the world with color.
We, people - animals -
we drink in the heat of this energy,
and transmit it through our own cores as something beautiful.
It's quite a wonder,
Nature's own celebration of death.