Re-seeing the familiar

I always saw spring as beautiful. New growth, young being born, fresh scents in the air, and warmth from the sun. Now I am beginning to see fall just as beautiful. It always was a nice time of year, but now I appreciate a beautiful death. One that gives a new perspective and new life to all that surrounds.

Take these leaves, for example.

We see them underfoot as they fall from the trees.

Yet, do we admire the beauty in their death? And the new life it brings?