I drive past the trees and admire the colors changing. Then when I park I hear the crunch of the death under my shoes.
What started as a pretty site, turned to something that reminds me of the past.
I see wild turkeys, squirrels, and deer in the fields. Only to see the carcasses on the side of the road, taken for reasons unknown.
What started as a pretty site, turned to something that reminds me of the past.
I give a dollar or two to a homeless person. Only later to see them lined up outside of a mission waiting for a meal or a warm bed.
What started as a moment of gratefulness, turned to something that reminds me of my past.
Life has given me much to be thankful for, lessons learned and mistakes to be made.
It's when I forget about the past is when the moments of here and now are less meaningful.
Remembering that the death of something is the fuel to power the future of another.
Be it a decaying leaf to fertilize the ground or the carcass of dead wildlife feeding the crows and parasites that rely on it to prosper.
That just because I helped for a moment doesn't mean that it couldn't be me needing more.
