The glow of the light
Outside in? Or inside out?
Without a doubt
About the poem;
Dang, the leaves are amazing. Looking at them, it’s hard to tell which way the light is going. On a good day, in a good moment, I can feel that my presence has lightened someone else’s day. Or my mindfulness, has done that for myself in my own life.
Nature is forever my teacher. The leaves do not argue about if there is a god. They are magnificent and inspiring, even as they are changing and quickly reaching the endpoint of their lives as leaves. When will mankind be able to be magnificent, without battling each other over our contrived reasons not to be?