640 Four Seasons

Life of people is often compared to life of tree. Baby and child is like blooming and green shoots in spring, youth is like a growing tree in summer, matured and golden age is like autumn color of leaves, and the following aged life is like a dry, starved wood in winter. It's a cliche but true. Yet I have a bit different feeling of the idea of comparing human life as a cycle of four seasons of tree's life, because tree can live longer and keep living in those countless cycles of four seasons. Is there anything that prohibits us from comparing our lives to this repetition of cycles, not the sole cycle of birth to aging. We live so many cycles of lives internally and may continue to get reborn while ending something, leaving something behind.