Over the Fourth of July weekend earlier this summer I harvested saplings and constructed a primitive casket. I wanted to take a moment and use photography to tell a story. I wanted to tell the story of natural or green burial. I wanted to portray how beautiful the process can be, not only for us but for nature as well. The saplings I used were tender and tall. I added mosses, ferns and cedar for scent. Honeysuckle vines were used to bind them all together. After I took some photos and captured the story of this simple casket I placed it on the creek bank on my family’s rural West Tennessee land. I recently visited and took a walk along the creek. I came across that simple little casket. Mother nature had already began to reclaim her. The moss and ferns had grown and leaves from above had began to litter the casket’s body. As I stood there I listened to the water and watched as leaves continued to fall. I couldn’t help but be reminded of the seasons of our gentle lives. We too belong to mother nature. Soon winter will grip the Earth and Spring will then follow reminding us that nothing is permanent. Whatever we might be currently experiencing, remember that it will pass and anew our situation will grow. Hold each of life’s moments close to your ear and listen for what they teach. Embrace each season of change and allow the mother nature of our lives to guide us along our life’s paths.