English: Fall leaves in Eugene, Oregon (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

The trees have lost their leaves now.

The crumbling signs of a bountiful harvest produced in better times.

The children find great innocent joy as they play among the piles of testimony.

Even puppies laugh with voiceless mouths as they frolic in the stacks.

But the adults simply sweep them away as if a nuisance.

A stark reminder of knowledge they have gained as they have lived their years.

Purity will soon cover the ground; white and formidable landscape.

A promise yet to come regarding how purity will obscure and receive the harvest from that time of growth.

A Holy harvest approaches and is marked faithfully every year.