Events – and lives – tend to have a beginning, a middle, and an end.
Often the end bends around and supplies something for the next beginning.
You’ve heard the sayings: History does not repeat itself, but it rhymes.
The life cycle. The circle of life.
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.
These circles and cycles apply to more than humans.
The tree has died. The moss and fungi draw nourishment. In turn, they will die and furnish nourishment for a new plant — perhaps even a new tree of the type they now depend upon for life.
Have you paused to observe a slice of the circle? Did you see beauty?
The ash trees are being removed here because of a disease. Even though the limbs are bare, their shapes and reaches for the sky are still beautiful.