by Becky Wilson
A single green leaf flutters in the breeze,
It is one of many on this sturdy maple tree.
The leaf is changing slowly,
Does it know it will soon be free?
The sunshine is warm and nourishing,
But the days are getting shorter it seems.
From green, to red, orange, and yellow,
The little boy wonders, do the leaves have dreams?
Its life cycle has been completed,
The leaf lazily falls to the earth below.
Its purpose to nourish the soil now,
Is all it needs to know.
Trusting in the process as scary as change can be,
This is the wisdom of the Fall, the story of a tree.