Nature’s confetti rains down with the breeze,
Surrendering to gravity and the coming freeze.
The trees are pausing their toil as winter’s chill comes near,
But by the vibrant hues, it seems they do so with great cheer.
Soon, naked branches will lie dormant under a blanket of snow,
Able to survive the coming storms by learning to let go.
These bare trees may seem lifeless, but this change is not their demise,
The winter is merely a rest that their Creator graciously supplies.
In time, the trees will awake and respond to the thaw of the spring,
And what joy, beauty, and bounty shall they later bring!
Maybe that’s why it looks like nature is throwing a celebration,
For this season, though bittersweet, is a hopeful illustration.
Oh, the lessons these trees silently speak,
And we would be wise to heed in this season post-peak.