How beautifully leaves grow old. How full of light and color are their last days – John Burroughs
How wonderful it would be if we could all grow old as beautifully as the leaves do. They seem to foretell the glory of eternity.
We have all known an elderly person that seems to radiate joy and peace, as though they were robed in rich silks and wearing a crown. Would that we all strive to become like them as the seasons of our own lives change.