I don’t care for the orange buds obnoxiously shooting from the bare spring branches.They’re a pathetic mimicry of autumn. Though when they bloom,they color into a majestic red. Like the leaves of the tree I used to climb in elementary school,during recess. I was forbidden to climb this “dangerous” tree. That didn’t make much sense to me,being that I was permitted to run atop the monkey bars and jump off of the swing set.I didn’t see what was so dangerous about climbing trees,infact I’ve never really seen danger in anything. Danger is just another mindset forbiding happiness,much like the depression I’ve been fighting for quite sometime. Seize the day or die trying, that’s how I try to live(now that I think about it, climbing a tree is not a good example of this). I’ve met many people who claim to carpe diem,but none who put this idea into motion.They look at me as stupid or crazy. However, I have learned there is much worse than death.Things can happen that will make you beg for death,things that find me.