Autumn and falling

Those boxy trees at university seem to be stubbornly refusing to believe its autumn,
or at least the last few at the back of the ones that are bare.

 

I realise its probably because of the way the back tree 

 gets more shade and maybe 

seems to not learn till late 

that its time to let its leaves fall. 

It reminds me just how uncontrollable nature can be, 

despite those boxes that seem to trap the structure of the trees. 

 

The colours seem to bring to a colour spectrum of greens and yellows, 

a pretty thing frozen in its moment, before they are all bare.

 

To think all the leaves on the ground get biodegraded down, 

and turn, 

eventually, 

back into living things like leaves etc. 

Talk about the Lion King's favourite cycle of life.