Core Idea of the Poem- 'Withering Leaves'

In our daily lives we do not value things. Their true value is realized when its time for them to leave us. Everyone loves the green young leaves, when our time is right, in our favor. On the other hand nobody likes the old withered leaves, but when its time for them to go, they seem the most precious to us.

When we have time, we consider them withering leaves, useless, garbage, we think we have our right on them. Like autumn goes, time slips, waits for no one.

And then we realize, this time is never going to return, just like the withering leaves of autumn, once taken away by the wind, will never return.