I thought how like this lovely tree are the lives of some people I have known. Like the tree, they flourished in the springtime of their youth, put forth leaves, and flowers, and ultimately produced the fruit, the seeds within a promise of future life. Then as they aged, their work finished, an inner glow emanated from them, radiating sunlight and cheer in the environs where they had thrived. And they know, and we all know, that they will soon fall even as the leaves fall.
Imagine, if you will, a world in which everyone developed such beauty, a world in which our demise would indeed be our finest hour!
Brighten the corner where you are!
While the glory of young men is their strength,