Consulting the fleeting voices: What the trees would say

This is a new beginning. It is as new as the commencement of summer, spring, winter, and last year’s fall. I may look the same—as if I were returning to a previous state. But time’s eternal round cannot stand still. It cannot roll back. Last year’s leaves have long since blown away or decomposed, dust to dust.

These leaves are new, different. I am different. So take courage and follow me to victory. Let's both roll on with that eternal round.