Bare

The days get shorter as the nights grow longer.
Orange, yellow and red with a hint of stale green.
The smell of Fall in the air.
One by one or rather hundreds of leafs falling.
All that’s left are empty branches.
Naked for all to see.
Still there is beauty.
As the days grow colder, every furry being gathering food as winter is coming.
Almost like a battle is coming.
What was shed could still shelter.
What is bare could still provide refuge.
Life in every form still beautiful.
What was and what is are still useful, but in different ways than the recent past.
So much worth can be found in an old fallen leaf.
It shows us change is coming.
Change can be scary but also beautiful.
As it stands brown and empty, it stands tall and strong.
No matter the lack of sunlight it still remains.
Providing different things for those around.
There is still beauty even when the tree is bare.