The time for dropping off the branch and then settle on the earth. How long before a breeze blows away the dried leaves till they wither and turn to earth. A cycle of perishing and contributing to enriching the soil. Like me, there are others too, dust to dust we grow and become strong live full or fall off. Then we become nothing. Perhaps a memory for those who still remember us.
Autumn is that splendour which celebrates the time to fall. All leaves turn red, orange and yellow as colourful just like the flowers in spring. Remember death but don’t die before you are dead.