There ought to be a reason why autumn seems so very
meaningful.
Have you ever looked around in a blissful, eyes transfixed
on a magnificent and incredible view?
There is a rare beauty in the changing of the leaves, as if by sheer
magic from green to yellow, brown or fiery red.
They way they let go of the branches and fall to the ground gracefully
is very symbolic. Even on the ground they rustle in the gentle breeze or crunch
under the footsteps as they make a carpet to tread upon. The changing of the
season is quite noticeable, each passing day. The flamboyance of the leaves
fade, and they are on object of attention to many artists.
It is a season of the changing of colours and the
impermanence of things in life. As you watch the fluttering of leaves to the
ground, it reminds of nature’s cycle that is mirrored in you.
Every changing season has a beauty and specialty in it.
“Spring passes and one remembers one's innocence.
Summer passes and one remembers one's exuberance.
Autumn passes and one remembers one's reverence.
Winter passes and one remembers one's perseverance.
― Yoko Ono”
