When the red leaves of Autumn turn and whisper of things yet to come, some trees smile so softly. Some hug the ground and others look to the sky. But some look through each of us, and wonder while our souls walk the little paths we choose. Wonder while we walk underneath, around, and sometimes back and forth. Some protect us from the falling rain. Some darken us in the shade. But all of them reach ever upwards, and wonder when we will do the same.