Change? It’s all in how you look at things. And when. These changes are repeated yearly, the same old revelation, reenacted like a ceremony.
The new leaves of the Elm tree share their twigs with the ripened fruits. The seeds are soon to fall, to float upon the breezes of May. Few will reach the stature of this tree, but for now, the generations share the potential of the season.
As the sun of April sets, it pierces the greening crown of the Elm, revealing once again the boughs which sustain the cloud of foliage, reminding us that for all its changes, it’s still the same tree.
Time shapes us likewise.
We grow, we change, we lose another April.
We gain, at least, the wisdom of green, and the rising sun of May.