Why Do Leaves Change Color In The Fall? - Cheshvon On Fire

[music] Heat. [music] Every year as the fall season approached, I would watch the trees slowly [music] change color and I would always wonder to myself, what message is Ashe trying to tell us? [music] Because it's not random that the trees are changing color. There's obviously some sort of lesson that is screaming [music] out to humanity to listen to. What exactly is that message? The colors [music] of the trees could have stayed the same, but they're not. They're changing into fiery [music] red and yellow and oranges. Why? What message are they trying to give us? Well, this year, I think I got it. Perhaps the reason the leaves change colors every fall isn't because something [music] is being added to them. It's because something is being taken away. You see, during [music] the spring and summer, leaves are green because they're full of something called chlorophyll, which is [music] a green pigment in the leaf that captures sunlight and turns it into life. That's what keeps them alive. That's what makes them green. But as the days get shorter, the tree starts to pull [music] back. It's like they know what's coming. The cold, the dark, the fight to survive. So, it draws everything back inside, pulling [music] the life from its leaves back into the trunk, deep inside the roots where it'll be safe, where it can ride out the storm [music] and sustain the tree for the duration of the winter. And when the chlorophyll, that bold green armor, [music] fades back into the tree, something incredible happens. The mask drops and a [music] explosion of color is revealed because those colors, those blazing reds and golds and oranges, they were always there. The leaf didn't become colorful when it started dying. It [music] was already colorful. You just couldn't see it yet. All spring and summer long, that green chlorophyll was loud. [music] It took over the show. It screamed a life so bright that it hit everything underneath. But when the warmth fades, when the light [music] pulls back, when the easy days are gone and the green is needed back inside the trunk, that's when the [music] color steps forward. The fall doesn't add beauty. It just uncovers [music] it. The tree doesn't create fire. It reveals the fire that was buried beneath the green. And then it hit me. This isn't just about trees. It's about us. Isn't that exactly how it is with us? When life is easy, when everything's [music] going smooth, when we're wrapped in comfort and routine, the surface looks good, we look alive, we look green. [music] But when the pressure hits, when things get stripped away, when we're forced to pull back and rely on what's inside, that's when our real colors [music] come out. That's when we find out if there's any red in us, any gold, any fire. When you look at a tree in the fall, it looks like it's slowly dying. But what looks like death is actually preparation. What looks like loss is actually the tree saving itself. The tree is getting ready. It's letting go on the outside so we can hold on to what matters on the inside. And that is exactly the lesson we need [music] to hear at this point of the year. We just came through this spiritual Super Bowl Rashana. [music] We were on fire. We were doving like pros, crying during the misot, building sukas, shaking lul of an asterx, dancing all night with the tyra. We were alive. We were bright green. We were fully charged. But now it's October. It's November. The air gets cold. The rush fades. The oven ty gone. And the eight starts gearing up for his annual winter campaign. And it's easy to think here comes another winter of nothingness. spiritual silence of slow creeping stagnancy. But that's a lie because now is when you're supposed to be like the tree. Now is when we pull the energy back inside. Now is when [music] we take all that fire we got from the yum yum and then yum tim and bring it deep within us and use it as fuel to power us through the cold. Because it's nice to cry and dance when the lights are on, when the music's loud and the suka's full of guests. But who are you when it's quiet? What kind of evashem are you when it's dark? When it's just you and Hashem in the middle of a spiritual winter. That's when our true colors come out. Are you still glowing red and orange and gold beneath the surface? Or was it all just green paint? You see, even the kayen on Yam Kipper, the holiest man on the holiest day, didn't just go to the mikvah once. He went five times on Yamiper. Before every new part of his he went to the mikvah before stepping into a higher level of holiness, he immersed himself again before bringing a carbon. Before entering the he would go into the mikvah. Before each sacred act, another mikvah, another rise, another renewal. That all makes sense. Each immersion in the mikvah prepared him for the next level of kadusha. But the last one, [music] that's the one that doesn't make any sense. After the whole avid is over, after the avida is done, after he's achieved the holiest connection possible, the goes to the mikvah one more time. Not before entering the kesakashim, but before going home. Why, you might ask? Why does going home need a mikvah? He's finished his holy work and now he's going home. He's going to his wife. He's going to his kids. He's going to sweep and take out the garbage. Why does that need a mikvah? The answer is because that's where holiness is tested. Not in the but in the kitchen. Not in the B mikdash, but in the streets of your life filled with chaos and craziness and holiness. Because that's where Hashem wants the kusha to live. not locked in the ba mikdash but flowing through us into our homes into our work and into our lives. Hashem doesn't want us living in incubators. He wants us to bring kusha wherever our lives take us. So when you see the trees turning colors this fall, don't just see beauty, see truth. See how the color was actually there. The cold just gave it permission to shine. Because as fall moves on and we gear up for winter, Hashem isn't taking away the light of Tish. He's handing us the match for Tish was the spark. Is the flame. Now it's our turn to pull back the green [music] and show Hashem our true colors.