Fall is here, It is that time of the year again, did you already take a drive to explore the colors?

The streets full of trees with leaves turned yellow, the mountain with a panoramic view of polychromatic landscape.

Fall is here, It is that time of the year again, did you already take a drive to explore the colors?

It is that time of the year again, the sound of wind is picking up pace and feels heavier. The moment it touches my ear, I can sense the approaching ice-cold numbing. I am standing on the second floor and glancing at the Maple tree in my front yard that grew a few feet since we moved to this house. In last few years, the tree augmented by the size it possessed 10 years ago, flaunting its new branches and attractively carved leaves. The view of the front street has been shielded by the substantial dimensions. The vigorous roots have begun to burgeon and is distinctly visible.

The swift gust of freezing wind mixed with rain one day and bright and warm sunny day on the other has compelled the leaves to lose its tint but not the charm. The process is vital to the season, the leaves soon turn from green to yellow, orange and even red. The pungent smell of pumpkins, cinnamon and cloves combined with yellow and orange blooms overtake the smell of grass and soil, red and the pink of summer. There is a sense of loaded apple trees, pie, and hot cider. The spectacle of Pumpkin patches and smell of fresh hay.

Halloween decors and grey skies, drizzles in the morning and thunders at night. Tornado warnings and daily changing weather forecasts. Shorter days and black skies, early nights, and brighter mornings. Class schedules and puddles, rain boots and wind sheeters. The Fall to me is something else. The streets full of trees with leaves turned yellow, the mountain with a panoramic view of polychromatic landscape.

The leaves have lost the tag and are now ready to drop out of the branches, just like the soul goes through trauma, happiness, and several occasions before leaving Earth. It has now fallen on ground, maintaining the same hue and intriguing kids to roll their bodies on the pile of dried leaves. Only the heads are now observable, and the rest of the body has now camouflaged.

Mother Nature brings another lesson to the mankind that no matter how many winds, rain or shine come, the leaves shed, and trees go barren, the tree will still stand tall bracing the upcoming frosty winter and rise itself in spring as Jesus rose back from dead on Easter.

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