In a fierce wind, one leaf clung desperately to its branch, the last leaf still attached to the tree. It held tenaciously, trying with all the might it could muster to stay with its life giving source. But its desperation, its desire to live, wasn't enough against the maelstrom. The leaf was plucked from its home and sent spiraling to the grassy earth below at a sharp angle. It flipped and turned in the air, as if still struggling, as if trying to claw its way back home. And then the wind stopped suddenly, like it could no longer bear to watch such a hopeless effort. The little red leaf, the leaf that tried so hard to live, floated softly to the ground below admist a pile of its bretheren. Its struggle was done.
The Autumn Leaf
May 17, 2010