... should be shot!
There are times like this ... when the troubles and worries and uncertainties and insecurities and baggage come to the forefront to lay havoc in their wake. Perhaps it's a rite of the seasons ... our very own shedding of leaves ...
... a cleansing of sorts.
Over the years ... (could this be what wisdom sounds like) ... I've learned to let the seasons have their way and their whims ... for to all there is reason (or at least a rhyme).
... troubles and worries will fall like leaves ... and scatter about ... fly through the winds that howl and blow on the coldest of Autumn nights ...
... to be raked up into piles and discarded.
... soon enough the beauty beneath the foliage, that which is hidden in the brilliance of summer ... grasps our attention and we see the naked branches like arms held out to the sky ...
and all is right with the world once again as we prepare for the restoring sleep of winter's keep.
... a cleansing of sorts.
Over the years ... (could this be what wisdom sounds like) ... I've learned to let the seasons have their way and their whims ... for to all there is reason (or at least a rhyme).
... troubles and worries will fall like leaves ... and scatter about ... fly through the winds that howl and blow on the coldest of Autumn nights ...
... to be raked up into piles and discarded.
... soon enough the beauty beneath the foliage, that which is hidden in the brilliance of summer ... grasps our attention and we see the naked branches like arms held out to the sky ...
and all is right with the world once again as we prepare for the restoring sleep of winter's keep.
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