Nicole Page-Smith photographs and writing
Ah, the freshness after rain
Death is the answer for the tree, when through its long life it has grown but trees perish only to fossilise into rock and have been growing and falling to the earth for as long as trees have existed, to create the planet as it spins on its axis, accumulating trees and rock. Our spirit like the tree grows with the nourishment of water, the water of life. The soul deepens from the experience of life deepening like roots into the earth, the roots of a tree. Trees blow in the wind rattling their leaves and branches. We accumulate matter, spirit matter and soul.
Leaves blow in the wind accumulating on the ground in piles of leaves. The clouds, drift accumulating with rain filled clouds and the rain will fall like the leaves of trees, falling. Rain puddles, gathering on the ground only to drain away. The leaves blow away in the wind. Rainy weather and storm clouds disperse only to reveal blue sky, the blue sky of the heavens. Ah, the freshness after rain.
