I have a beautiful collection of wildflowers growing outside and it being very hot, most blooms lose their precious petals quickly. The bare stalks get crowded quickly and I trim them off to make room for new growth. Today I was looking at them and thought “hmm, their beauty has outgrown their container, I need to make room for more blooms” and then gushed at the gorgeous metaphor in front of me. This beautiful creation completes its cycle of life as it is born, bearing bright and vibrant petals. Then the petals, after living their life, leave only their base behind, a golden bud with spectacular copper details, a remarkably different and actually, new flower in and of itself. Seeds are dispersed and thus new life will continue and the ground will be revitalized with the remains of such miracles.
Our seasons do not last forever. They are birthed, they live and then they pass, leading to new growth in their place. Depending on your perspective though, when the evident beauty is gone - you can find even more with what is left over.