I watch the leaves fall, hues of red and yellow littering the ground in fiery glory. They mingle amongst the grass, a dance of sorts, as the wind blows to and fro. I know that, soon, they will be gone for another year. Winter will usher in its chilly barrenness, then spring will burst forth with its pink hues. Summer will come with warmth and glow, and then the leaves will fall again.

Our world is forever becoming and un-becoming.

And so are we.