Everything in nature that is born, dies

Everything in nature that is born, dies.

I was walking today and I noticed a lot of brown plants on the trail today. Which is not to say that it started happening today. I noticed it today. And then I could not stop noticing it. From the tall grass in the stream to the tall brown grass on the beach.

I have spent three winters here in Finland. This will be the fourth. Autumn brings with it beautiful orange-brown hues, fallen leaves. Then the trees shed all their leaves. All through winter, through heavy snow, they survive. And come summer, the leaves grow back. As if the last four-five months of winter did not happen.

It is magical. It is beautiful.

Everything in nature that is born, dies. And that gives meaning to the little time we have on this planet.