The Changing

I love the sound of the wind rustling the leaves in the trees

The same leaves that in due time turn red and orange and yellow

The same leaves that protect us with food and warmth and air to breathe

I love the smell of woodsmoke floating across the valleys and mountains

Marking the season

Marking the changing

I love the planet

I love nature

I love people

We owe so much to the changing of the seasons 

The changing of the leaves

The changing of minds

The changing of leadership

The changing of the rules

Sometimes we have to change.