A leaf falls from a tree in the middle of the forest, slowly spiralling down until she reaches the ground. There she rests. She is in peace. She knows her life is not over. There, she will give back to the soil and nurture the roots of her Mother Tree.
Life is a cycle where nothing stands on its own.
Another leaf falls from a tree in the middle of the city, slowly spiralling down until she reaches the soft grass. She is lucky. She didn’t fall on the hard and cold concrete to die in vain like many others. There on the lawn, she is ready to rest.
But a man arrives to clean up the mess. He can not bear to see his precious lawn disappear under the falling corpses of the leaves. And the leaf suddenly find herself chocking in the darkness of a plastic bag. Surrounded by many of her peers, she cries. Her life is over. She will never nurture the roots of her Mother Tree. Instead, she will rot into toxic gas.
Life is linear. An end that leads to know beginning.
The man feels satisfied. The lawn is clean and ready for spring to arrive. To revive the grass after a long winter and to save it from awful dandelions, he will use the new fertilizer and pesticide his neighbour recommended, the one neighbour with the grass always greener than anyone else. All that is missing are the protective gloves and mask he will need to wear before to spray his lawn back to life. He is not really excited about it but this stuff is a bit harsh on your skin and lungs. Well, if that’s what it takes to ensure a perfectly manicured lawn, just like the guy next door, he will go along with it.
Life is a broken cycle where we stand apart, feeling lost and confused.
If only we would let Mother Earth teach us.