Underneath the Dead Leaves

As spring comes and i remove the dead leaves from the surface of my yard i find life underneath them. All kinds of plants are already green and filling my garden with freshness. Often i miss this green as i walk through the busyness of my day. As i look out into the grey transparency of morning fog there are only vague images of reality. I live often as only an image, not knowing how i fit into the fabric of the structure of society. I have trouble lifting the dead leaves from around me looking for life. I find that i don't always take the time for others and am becoming like the dead leaves covering up the vibrancy of adventure in a world filled with opportunity for meeting needs. Living in this world neccessitates lifting the leaves, breaking through the sludge on the surface to find reality in the wonder of life.