The falling of leaves...maybe the tree losts the count, doesn't bother to look at each falling leaf when they're too many. Maybe it doesn't wither further than it already feels wilted when, the falling, is too much . For, I have seen myself huffing indifferently today, when one more leaf of a special memory fell down, "Ahh, here it goes again!", I said. With exasperation. Maybe I can learn from the tree, that knows not if it'll rain enough for the leaves to sprout again, or it'll flood everywhere and life drowns to decay. I can learn, from that tree, how exactly not to anticipate for the rain, or wallow over flood but to let go, of everything it has right now, and embrace the wilting even if it seems empty. I can learn how to stand in the Sun and Winds without any company of its own. To face whatever the nature bestows. The fall seems less gloomy when I see the gallantry of this tree in accepting the destiny. I can learn, how to see a memory tapping my forhead with disdain hidden in its truth, yet, scrunch my nose up, put a wrinkle near my eye and say with all the nonchalance I can gather, "Ahh, here it goes again!"
©️Zeenat Nazeer🌸
