Quote -- 9/18/12
And the leaf, having been sunburned
and whipped by summer storms, was tired
of hanging on for dear life and
finally let go and drifted
to the ground near the fish pond.
The other leaves laughed
in the rising wind; there were
so many of them, they feared no demise
and felt no loss in one small leaf.
But, the tree knew, only as a mother would,
and said nothing, only bowing her head
and sighing in the wind.