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Saturday, November 24, 2012

This Auntumn

 

Why autumn has to be so windy?
Why the leaves turned red, yellow, and brown?
Why they have to fall?

This is my very first auntumn experience, when I have to be ready encountering my journey.

Humid air with low temperature. Cold wind blowing and got me shaking in cold. It was morning, when I was on my way to school from home. I thought of stay crawling in my bed but I made my self to go. I tighthen my coat like hugging myself. I walked fast to the nearest bus stop. Hoping to catch the bus on time so I wouldn't be late for school. By no means, I didn't see the sun. It was too dark for 7 am in the morning. But soon I got my question answered. It started to rain when my bus came.
 
But seeing the trees on the road side turned red, yellow, and brown. Some, even fell to the ground. Seeing the leaves fell to the ground, when the wind blowing, reminded me of the confetti at the party. One for sure, the brown leaves will soon decomposed. The tree lost their leaves passing through winter. Until next year when we welcome the Spring. And we see the green leaves and flowers blossom.
 
 
 

Life's like season. People were born like leaves. They were green and beautiful. Some grows with beautiful flowers, but some has to be enough without flowers. Just like us living to be lucky or unlucky enough but somehow life must go on. But in the end, we are all going to be brown and old. No matter how tall our tree will be, we can't refuse gravity. Like no matter how rich or famous we are now, we can always be fall to the ground, die, and being burried. But God has prepared the seed of our next generation, ready to grow up and see the world.
 
Auntumn has taught me something I didn't know I had in life. I was young when i was born. And I'm still young cause I'm still turning to be yellow or red. Somehow finding my way to be brown, mature, and understand. The things that matter now, why don't we enjoy life before we fall. We only young once, and we only live once.


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