like the autumn leaves. We can
change colors as we grow
older. I’ll be red because I’m

bolder. You can be yellow as a
sunflower. We can reinvent ourselves -
become butterflies and flutter across

the open skies. We can boil ourselves
down to an intense reduction
concentrating our flavors. We can

put on a new coat as if we’re
fresh paint. Or if we’d like
be transparent as a stain.  Or become

a waterfall after it rains. The beautiful thing is
we never have to stay the same.