As I sit and watch the falling leaves…….blown to and fro in the wind…..
I see the light dusting of snow on the mountain….like white dust….
The deep reds….golds…oranges…..
Brilliant color surrounds…….branches that are now exposed….
Just like life……the changing colors…..represent the changing stages of our lives….
The path…the road that we each travel….
It is NOT one that we have chosen….
It is somehow chosen for us…..
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