A tree, it’s leaves orange, gold, and dark brown, covering it’s roots, like a blanket keeping it warm, it’s branches once full, now lay bare, as if it is the end, or is it just the beginning?

Autumn, a time when cycles change, but then again, aren’t they always changing? Change, a process of nature, change, a process required for growth, change, a chance to be reborn, change, a sign that things will never be the same.

A tree, it’s leaves green, covering it’s branches, like lights decorating it, branches once bare, now full, as if it has come back to life.