As this letter of autumn leaves
As this letter of autumn leaves
I wrote this with all intention, knowing it would find you.
Consider this hand-delivered, without stamp or address.
For here it sits in your hand, and I hope the message envelops you.
I sense the unyielding strength of your core. Without words,
your grooves expose the tales of a thousand wretched storms.
Yet against all odds, you stand unwavering, even.
And all your ambition branches far out beyond what gives you shade.
But separate from you, are the leaves.
And I see you are learning that leaves are as beautiful as they are temporary.
Everything that isn't you is the seasons.
You can love any and all of your leaves so much.
But even your favourite leaves will come and leave with each season.
But please know, none were meant to stay.
And I hope it is through watching your own leaves fall.
That the message lands, that you don't need to fall with them.
Instead, you let them teach you how to let go.
A tree without leaves is no less than a tree with, you know.
And leaves fall to pave paths for new growth.
It is only a matter of time until you sprout new leaves again.
And you will adore and mourn them through every season.
My wish for you is that you always remember you are the tree.
The one thing in this life you need to keep coming back to.
It will be the greatest thing you ever did.
For in your search for what is constant, you have always been it.
And like this paper derived from fibres of trees,
this message embodies the essence of you.
So as this letter of autumn leaves,
I hope to return you to you.