The leaf.
We spring - along with many others - from the branch of a
tree. We live. Nourished by, and clinging to, the tree, we grow. We wave in the wind. We provide shade. We take in the sun.
We
contribute to the health of the tree - a family tree. The human family tree,
even the tree of life, if we take the long view.
We are beautiful - often especially
as our fall approaches. Sooner or later, though, we let go - or are torn away by storm or accident -
and we fall. But, though no longer alive, green and growing, no longer
connected to the source, we are still part of life. We still exist. We
are still a part of a larger source of which the tree from which we
sprang was itself - as great as it is - only a small part. And, in our
withering time, we can still give back: we fertilize the source that
gave us life and the leaves that follow us.
