I saw the trees today and thought to myself how beautiful they look, even though they’re dying.
Seasons change, and so do the colour of the leaves; people change, and so do their beliefs.
Everything comes and goes, leaving me down in the wallows.
The simulation life has become, would it be better to leave these dying leaves or stay and grow with them?
Should I move to a new place and start all over again because my leaves are not green and my flowers are not blooming?
Should I go back to the sunshine or stay in the snow and let the seasons change my mind?
