Fallen

There is beauty in the fallen.
They have colour and character and a clarity in their Autumn reflection that is hidden by the softness of Spring. They twist and tumble and tell their story to the sky , it's picked up by the wind and carried across time. Then they rest upon the ground imparting their wisdom to an ageless earth. There is warmth amidst the coldness, hope amidst the leaves...
Beauty in the fallen.