After all the leaves turn into different shades of pink, red, orange, yellow, they die. Then the trees are nothing but empty canvases and the Painter decides to leave them as such.
But even in their emptiness there’s a certain beauty to them. The empty canvas allows for the mind to paint a picture of its desires, anything that the heart keeps within.
With Christmas coming so soon, the leafless trees become a symbol of melancholy to a person who misses family. If it were up to me, I’d fill these empty canvases with colorful pictures of my family and friends back home: A lot of stories shared over delicious food, boisterous laughter, huge/drunken smiles, and LOVE.
Isn’t that beautiful?
|Leafless trees on our street|