Autumn. What perfect season to experience the cool breeze and witness the trees change their colors. The smell and feel of this season is invigorating.

It is a beautiful sight for me as an onlooker to witness how the trees change and shed their leaves. In fact, it has become one of the things I look forward to when I take my quiet walk to the park — those trees and their falling leaves of different shades and how they add so much life around them with the colors they bring.

As I am writing this, I am sitting right by the window where I can see a beautiful tree doing just that. Standing tall with its leaves falling to the ground. Its topmost part is almost bare now and yet it continues to stand still with all its branches looking like little arms outstretched towards the heavens.

It is a fascinating sight. I can’t help but wonder what it must be like for the tree to lose its leaves. Could it be a painful process? Aren’t the leaves its crowning glory?

I can only imagine how it must feel to lose something of great value. To have to let go of an integral part of you. And yet it must do so to prepare itself for another season.

The tree stands still knowing full well that it is indeed just a season to lose a part of itself if only to make way into finding its renewed self again. Soon. When the time is right. When the right season has arrived.

For now, this tree remains standing while gradually letting go of those leaves for someone like me to watch in awe. This wonderful act of nature has got me in such a reflective state that I can actually feel the tree speaking to me. Its message, so profound.

The tree, with its falling leaves, knows only too well that change is inevitable for one to evolve. It can be hard. It can be painful. But it stands still with arms outstretched because it knows that change, while it is pivotal, it can be beautiful too.