And the Winter Drew On

Silent Songs

The wind was cold and wet. It took with it the yellow leaves that were left on the the trees. Autumn had announced its entry, as usual, in a grey and grim manner. A few birds flew about but there was no song to be heard. The only sound was that of the rustling of the leaves flying listlessly and aimlessly. Leaves that had done their share of service, their share of duty and now made redundant, useless and invalid.

The eternal law of change implementing itself in nature and society. Nothing remains permanent other than the continual change. Every aspect of nature exhibits the merciless quality of transience. All that apparently is moves on into eternal oblivion. The ever changing phases of nature brings home the bitter the question that we have been putting ourselves, in the dark and unseen depths of our souls: what will be tomorrow?


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