A Bleak But Necessary Conclusion

As Fall comes to an end, the land is littered with it's rotting decay.  The ingredients of life stain the ground and shadows of what once was remind us of how final the end is.  But this is nothing to be sad about.  It is a necessary part of life.  For if we did not die and our remains not filtered back into the ground for the next set of births, we would be awash in bleak expended environments and the joy of lush new life would become a thing of myths.