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Without a care, no one knows exactly why
we change, but we do.
Each host lets go of its cover, bare for all to see, preparing for winter sleep.
Slowly without sound we change, greenish, deep reds, browns, oranges, bright yellowish leaves..
Ripped from our home, sailing, floating, traveling without a care, too soon a part of the earth.
So much like the winter counterpart; snowflakes, silent and beautiful, make a blanket collage of color on the ground for just a brief view, before the wind with its broad-brush strokes paints another swipe and changes it again.
At the same time we see this beauty unfolding before us, raise your eyes and see the colors, and know; for a short time engagement, unique tapestries are just around each day till next year.
by Amy’s mom
"Name no one man"- Palin