Trust

Lovely Forest

Trust

Fall, when the world starts to fade trees shed their leaves.
Down, down, down to the ground.
I watch this ballet with absolute faith that in the spring I’ll see leaves hanging from branches – swaying in the breeze.
I trust this process.
The only time it has let me down is when the tree is dead.
Trust weaves through life.
A fragile thing – trust.
Between people – I mean.
Not as steadfast as returning leaves.

To love the brilliant gold of a fall leaf knowing it will soon be a drab brown
as it returns to earth breaks the heart.
Perhaps just a tiny bit – but still all the same.
Yet the joy of a brilliant green spring leaf brings renewed faith in the cycle of life.
Trust between people – so fragile- so delicate.
If only we could be more like trees.

                                                                        -Chris Wucherer 2024

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