They come and they go, each one very different form the last. Just like people, each one coming from a different tree but somehow each one connecting to the last. Each beautiful in their own way. We all are born new and bright, only to be shaped and formed by the things we experience throughout our daily routine. The bad days which can break us down like leaves in the wind, leaving the tree bare and looking lifeless, while some, strong and sturdy stay intact and remain in place. Creating one strong union of beauty. We also have the good days. The days where our souls and the sun come together as one. Forming a beauty that can shut out any cold weather around us. Spouting bright orange, yellow and red colors in the sky. Making all around them feel at peace with oneself. Each making a different impact on someone or something. Even when fallen and settled with the ground, we remain connected, by tree, by love, and by earth.  We will always remember the leaves of Fall. Even when they’re gone.