Redhead
Decay and death are a mirage, for as the red leaf falls - it is all just a preparation for rebirth. Surprising, quick, budding rebirth. Not now, later. Quiet tranquility of changing seasons. Quiet, yet fundamental seasonal death, and a more violent, sudden spur to life. It's not a routine, it's a cycle. Life is stuck in routine. While cycles are natural.
Not Yet Fallen
What is "now"? Now is just a moment of time. Located between past and future, it is infinitely small - almost untraceable. Oh, that's already a passed millisecond, look out here comes the future one! Yet the trees can feel the "now". Their difference between the naked future and the fully clothed past is longer, they live in a slower present.
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