The imperminace of life reminds me of my inherent connection to Mother Nature.
How her trees burst into an abundance of colour in the spring.
A hive of interwoven encounters with other seemingly independant elements, delicately working together in unison.  
Yet when the time comes for her copper leaves to float graciously to the ground in autumn, there is still beauty to be found in the decaying, the nourishment of the fertile ground.
Only for the cycle to repeat ad infinitum, without judgement or expectation.