The final dance of the season.
A billowing breeze darts playfully through the crowd.
It reaches her.
She shutters as the last leaf falls to the ground.
Humility transcends as she bows her head.
A broken limb, a gnarled branch, a crooked trunk.
Exposing all her imPERFECTIONS.
It is only now when naked and bare,
that her true beauty begins to shine.
Just as the last note plays,
she gazes into the forest's masses.
Her eyes rest upon the ground.
Covered as far as the eye can see.
Layers upon layers are shed.
What beautiful souls.
All is not lost.