Letting Go

How do I know when to let go?

Is it with the changing colors of the leaves . . .

Or

when

they

fall?

 

Is there beauty as the leaves slowly deteriorate and

pass

on to

the

ground?

The roots of the trees

Are still alive.

The essence of its being never dies.

It’s simply releasing what no longer serves.

It had to let go to grow.

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