a time to be born and a time to die, a time to plant and a time to uproot, NIV

Couldn’t help the other day while walking only to look at the trees and see the colors change. Gods colored pencil draws such magnificent nature and its beauty. 

On the other hand, its sad to see the trees and foliage undress for the hard winters ahead. All that comes to mind is change is forever constant. Isn’t that true in our lives as well? Complacency is the devils work shop.