Beautifully aged.
Delicately worn.
Regarded as something to be swept away , discarded with the rubbish.
Why are we afraid of "messy"?
Aren't we all messy at times?
Why can't we see the leaves make up the trees?
The leaves fall, only to become earthly matter again.
And yet, they're the most promising sign of new life in spring.
Delicately balanced with your human imperfections.
Look away.
Irreparable and yet
The most natural cycle.
🐝
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