A kaleidoscope of previously-hidden pigments bursts from our veins. Violets and russets erupt. Golds give way to fiery orange, then crimson. And, for a brief moment, you pause. You stare as we dangle from our delicate petioles, twirling with the faintest breath of wind. You ponder our falling from lofty perches to gather in gutters or blanket forest floors. Day after day we are beaten up and broken down. We decompose, breaking down to release nutrients into the soil and ultimately create a better environment for more of our kind. We see life in dying.  I am the infinite and invisible God who became a finite and visible Seed. I…