This is what I see through the window of my home office. It’s all green. Whenever I experience this greenery thoughts of my Dad surfaces. He planted each and every tree here.
At first, it was the canoe, which helped us to cross this river and connect to the nearest city. As we progressed, this ferry took the place of the canoe, and now we have the bridge. Still, this ferry is active, as a bridge to the nostalgic yesteryear.
These fallen leaves amidst the greenery reminds me that everything will pass away, including heaven and earth.