Since the rainy and not so sunny days have been plenty, the Green Belt has been closed for a couple of days and I was not able to do my blog session there for this month, but instead I went to the trail at the back of my appartment complex that does lead to the Green Belt if you walk far enough. It was another gloomy gray day with a couple of blue streaks in the sky but an overall stay in bed kind of day.
Through the middle of the trail it begins to look like a scene out of Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs where Snow White is running away from the Huntsman in the woods. The trees seem to have been hit by the beginning of winter, the leaves have been either completely consumed by it or changed in color.
Leaves have been changing colors, like if their life is being dried up, wither and become part of the ground, dirt and rocks. The beautiful thing is that these trees shed their past/old leaves and will later beat new ones when the cold winter is done and the reawakening that the spring brings comes.
An interesting part of my journey into this trail was that I discovered that the trees are tagged, I am still not sure the reason for this but have seen this in other places before. It is nice that that trail is being looked after and that there are no types of debris.
Nature is the only thing that is not man-made (not counting artificial grass, fake trees and plants, etc.) and is the only thing that is of this world that is incredibly beautiful, enchanting, interesting, and captivating to the eye. It is sad that in many places, forests, rivers, etc. are being destroyed when they are part of this world and if not been here first. Our destruction of it will cost us greatly (although it already is) and in the end we will answer to the destruction of this world that was given to us by God.
“Those who contemplate the beauty of the earth find reserves of strength that will endure as long as life lasts. There is something infinitely healing in the repeated refrains of nature — the assurance that dawn comes after night, and spring after winter.”
― Rachel Carson, Silent Spring