The man’s backyard was perfectly manicured. He spent all summer fertilizing his lawn to a perfect shade of green. The immense maple tree standing precisely in the center of the yard had been pruned to a perfect sphere atop its sturdy trunk. The man transformed his yard to that which artists dream about.

It had been a therapeutic summer process, but now it was fall.

The man stepped into his backyard one morning to find that golden leaves covered his perfect lawn. He grabbed a rake and scooped all the leaves into a bag. After placing the rake back in the shed, the man began grabbing leaves one by one as they continued to fall on his lawn. He became so frustrated by the runaround, he dropped to his knees in defeat. The man looked up at the tree in surrender as one last leaf fell to the ground before him.