Celebrating Death- an observation

There comes a time in the year
When something very unnatural occurs
We gather in our outdoor life
The fruits of our labor and earth
There's nothing she can offer us anymore

It is at that moment that we celebrate death
We clamor to observe her in her glory
We breathe in her crisp air
And watch as she lets go of her source
Falling to the ground in graceful finality

Can it be?
Can death hold such beauty?
Perhaps it is because, hidden inside these lifeless leaves
lie the nutrients of next springs rebirth.