Knowing trees, I understand the meaning of patience. Knowing grass, I can appreciate persistence.
Summer ends, and Autumn comes, and he who would have it otherwise would have high tide always and a full moon every night.
Year's end is neither an end nor a beginning but a going on, with all the wisdom that experience can instill in us.
A woodland in full color is awesome as a forest fire, in magnitude at least, but a single tree is like a dancing tongue of flame to warm the heart.
October is the fallen leaf, but it is also a wider horizon more clearly seen. It is the distant hills once more in sight, and the enduring constellations above them once again.