dying trees.

It's beautiful when you see the clear green leaves dancing in the wind beautifully with the sunlight gleaming through the cracks with a sparkle and shine. You walk a couple steps down though and you see the creaking brown branch of a dying tree. Unlike those frisky living pretty leaves, this tree just ails and is slowly drying away to it's death. Death is but a dry spell away... but amidst all this... there's a significant sorrowful beauty in the tan brown dry listlessness of those leaves on that dying branch. It's a beauty that's marked by the 'had been' green charm that that branch would have had. It's a beauty of a death as nature tolls on. It's a beauty of..... all things appreciated dead, alive, dying, or being born.

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