I could try to rake the forest floor.
Moving leaves here and there.
I could rearrange the natural cadence of yellow and brown.
I could bag the leaves or mulch them, making the forest floor look “clean”.
Assuming the natural fall is other than exactly what it should be.
Sitting there as it is though, the forest floor is magnificent in its ever changing state.
The wind may blow
Deer may stir.
And what was perfect a moment ago is once again new and perfect.
We succumb regularly to the urge to change.
Except that in truth everything is perfect right now.
Exactly as it should be.
It is us who need reminding.
Nature has it already figured out.