There was a gigantic tree, Where I once lived, We called it the “Big tree”, beautiful like nothing you’ve ever seen. It’s leaves would wave in the wind like it was showing off it’s greens. I always look at those leaves introspectively.
When I was hungry, I wished it fed me, when I was broke, I wished it was money, but I hated to do the sweeping every morning. One fateful, quiet and lazy day, I watched from my window pane and caught how the leaves break free to flee, They float effortlessly in the wind, Only long enough before they fall to the ground as weed. I kept keen on this backyard tree, counting it’s falling leaves…one, two, three… and then I stop, interrupted by the thought of how much of it I will have to painstakingly sweep the next morning…I hissed.
But an epiphany soon hits me, there was something fascinating about these leaves… As they fall out of need and die, they still serve a purpose, both in living and in dying, in living for photosynthesis feeding the mother tree, Iin dying as manure nurturing the same mother tree.
These leaves had no eyes yet they have vision. These leaves have no individual names… just simply chalked up as species. But that never stopped them from being a part of something big. Now I’m outstretched on my bed, watching all my deepest fears crawl on the ceiling, I thought of you and me, better than any tree’s leave. We are way out of their league.
We’ve got a Face, we’ve got a Place, more significantly, we’ve got individual names and so the question arises… How purposeful do we live? and what legacy would we leave? when we finally drop from the family tree? We could Learn from the Leaves.