I see the beauty of the trees, the different colors resembling a different time of their lives, the green symbolizing youth, the yellow and red signaling age, and finally the brown falling so fast yet so slow as the tree has finally lost all of its leaves. I believe this relates to the cycle of life. It is truly beautiful, and with time, I have begun to see my father’s hair grow grey and my mother’s smile lines run deeper in her cheeks. As for me, I see small changes, such as my voice getting deeper or having to draw another dash on the wall to show how tall I have gotten. Fall always lets me know the year will soon be over, as the trees are a constant reminder of a cycle every individual goes through. I find it difficult to keep track of the years that have gone by, but inevitably I will have to face it one season at a time, one leaf at a time, as we all move through our own personal cycle of growth and change.

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