As I sit outside my house on our street I observe the lane of trees that adorn it. Rows of green and yellow swaying in the breeze. The leaves will soon grow old and fall to the ground. Their last thing to provide will be nutrients for the coming spring.
Our lives are like that of trees. When we are young we need protection. A strong breeze can uproot us and seem to kill us as we grow. As we get older our true beauty begins to shine through in brilliant colors. But, even as our leaves fall in the autumn of our lives, if we have built a firm foundation the trunk of our knowledge will remain so new leaves can come along and flourish along the same street.