The Leaves Turn From Red To Brown

Today was a beautiful day. As I drove through Kansas this morning I was blessed with clear skies and warm temperatures. The golden hills and the trees awash with the suns rays gave me such a feeling of peace I had to stop, at least for a moment and soak it in.

The beauty in this world is lost on so many people as they rush to squeeze as much as possible into a single day. Crushed by a world of consumerism and sometimes outright greed they fail to see what is right in front of them. The memory of this simple picture, known only to me, is locked in my mind and will never go and is refreshed each time I look again. It was beautiful. (yes, that’s my truck!)

My dog Brandy felt it too. She stood there for perhaps 15 seconds, an eternity in dog time, letting the warm breeze flow over her. Simple is the mind of a dog compared to us, but sometimes I think they have it right over our relentless pursuit of more, better, faster. A good meal, a refreshing bath, the smell of clean clothes, the wind in ones hair, the sun on our faces. These things bring incredible joy if you are open to the experience. Watching my dog enjoy a simple breeze was beautiful.

As the leaves of my life turn from red to brown, I’m giving beautiful a second chance. So much I have passed by without a second glance, so much lost never to be regained. And yet there is still time to make amends, still time to give good names to beautiful things. As I stood there today I thought of my mom who passed away this past spring. I used to call her during these moments and share the view I had and she always enjoyed the vision I passed on to her. The night before she died we talked for a long time about her life and all she loved, and when I think about her saying goodbye to me that night I only wished I had known it was her final goodbye. My mom was beautiful.

I buried my father in 2017 after a long fight with dementia. Watching someones mind being stripped away from them, feeling the anguish and pain of helplessness, ones soul is broken and dashed on the rocks of a painful reality you can’t control. The open wound of that time may never heal, but I cling to the man who gave me life and all that he did in this world. There were times I was less than kind to him, my confused mind refusing to see the best in him. I know a life with regret is a poor way to live but I can’t yet let go of that one. He deserved much better than he gave, and that was alot. My father was beautiful.

Am I strong enough to be as beautiful as they were? Am I honest enough to say I have made many mistakes in my life and I want to make it better? I can only hang on in quiet desperation as life throws everything bad it can find at me, push my will to overcome the obstacles dropped in my path. I used to worry if I was writing something that the masses would like, clicks to bolster my ego or boost my pride, but I have the strength to say who cares if you like this or not. I am me and this is who I am. I am beautiful too.

Everybody knows we live in a world
Where they give bad names to beautiful things
Everybody knows we live in a world
Where we don’t give beautiful things a second glance
Heaven only knows we live in a world
Where what we call beautiful is just something on sale
People laughing behind their hands
As the fragile and the sensitive are given no chance

And the leaves turn from red to brown
To be trodden down
To be trodden down
And the leaves turn from red to brown
Fall to the ground
Fall to the ground

We don’t have to live in a world
Where we give bad names to beautiful things
We should live in a beautiful world
We should give beautiful a second chance

And the leaves fall from red to brown
To be trodden down
Trodden down
And the leaves turn green to red to brown
Fall to the ground
And get kicked around

You strong enough to be
Have you the courage to be
Have you the faith to be
Honest enough to stay
Don’t have to be the same
Don’t have to be this way
C’mon and sign your name
You wild enough to remain beautiful?
Beautiful

And the leaves turn from red to brown
To be trodden down
Trodden down
And we fall green to red to brown
Fall to the ground
But we can turn it around

You strong enough to be
Why don’t you stand up and say
Give yourself a break
They’ll laugh at you anyway
So why don’t you stand up and be
Beautiful

Black, white, red, gold, and brown
We’re stuck in this world
Nowhere to go
Turnin’ around
What are you so afraid of?
Show us what you’re made of
Be yourself and be beautiful
Beautiful

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