Leaves

Leaves are Amazing,

They Grow and are Beautiful,

Then Come Down to Earth.

I laid down on the grass today before class. I was absolutely amazed at what went on. I talked and listened and believed in something beautiful. I took a picture of these leaves because of what they represent to me. They grow when it's warm, becoming green with newness. Then come Down To Earth during the Fall. Fall is my favorite season, because of the transformation that goes on. 

It's the season of change, of life. The passing of the baton, the newness being transformed into something comfortable. Something fresh becomes something raw and withered. And yet there is hope in the following season.

I laid down on the grass today before class. Before that, i walked with someone who teaches me things i've known but have never seen in her light. She enlightens my path when I think that there is nothing but cracked earth and dry leaves. I believe that she is beautiful in her own right, not just because of how she looks, but because of her mannerisms and her lovely persona. I could have just laid there for the whole day, talking about how stunning the sky looked behind the leaves. How we wished that there were clouds that we could just manipulate with our hands and fingers and place them where we wanted, like an iPhone screen. And how i wished we could just stay there listening to our favorite songs lying down feeling the coolness of the wind on our skin and conveying our emotions through the lyrics of Anthony Hamilton.

"Baby I'll be,

Sitting here waiting on you to come home again

I won't leave, Promise I'll be here to the very end

By your side, To protect you and to love you and to be with you for life

Come on home, to me..."

Talking to her is like being able to drink your favorite drink, and have your favorite snack, while filling your mind with beautiful ideas and amazing perspective. And i was nervous to be there, but not an anxious distress; it was a chill that you feel when you're really excited about something but are too confused to process it or are too awestruck that there is absolutely nothing you can do but lie down, listen, and shiver in anticipation of the next spectacular words that come out of her mouth. Sometimes i already know what she's going to say, but i can still listen to her voice. Listening to her is like finding that perfectly soft pillow when you're falling asleep and getting ready to retire to your bed, but finding that amazingly soft spot on the couch and closing your eyes in quick and dreamless sleep.

*sigh* I would enjoy that right now.