What The Leaf Said.

Re-posted from my old blog:

Once or twice a little leaf was heard to cry and sigh,as leaves often do when a gentle wind is blowing and the twig said, “What is the matter, little leaf?” “The wind”, said the leaf,just told me that one day it would pull me off, and throw me on the ground to die.” he twig told it to the branch,and the branch told it to the tree.When the tree heard it, it rustled all over,and sent word back to the trembling leaf. “Do not be afraid”,it said,”hold on tight and you shall not go off till you are ready.”
So the leaf stopped sighing and went on singing and rustling.It grew all the summer long till October and when the bright days of autumn came the leaf saw all the leaves around it growing very beautiful. Some were yellow,some were brown,and many were striped with different colors.Then the leaf asked the tree what this meant.The tree said,”All these leaves are getting ready to fly away,and they have put on those colors because of their joy.”
Then the little leaf began to want to go,and grew very beautiful in thinking of it.When it was gay in colors it saw that the branches off the tree had no bright colors on them, so the leaf said,”O branch! why are you lead-colored while we are all beautiful and golden?” “We must keep on our working clothes”, said the tree,”for our work is not yet done; but your clothes are for holidays,because your task is now over.”
Just then a puff of wind came, and the leaf let go without thinking and the wind took it up and turned it over and over.Then it gradually fell gently down under the edge of the fence, among hundreds of leaves,and has never waked to tell us what it dreamed about.

 

NOTE:
This is a lovely story which speaks to me about death and dying, in a beautifully illustrated way of hope and promise.When it is our time, we will return Home.