“Birr…it’s cold”, said the small bud on the tree
“It’s as cold as cold as can be.”
Soon the warmth of the Spring sun touched the bud and it began to stretch and stretch and stretch
This warmth is lovely, thought the small bud, beginning to unfurl itself.
A warm breeze blew and the small bud felt the movement and began to giggle
As it giggled something strange happened.
The small bud, from all it’s stretching and giggling began to blossom.
First as a lovely flower…
The loveliest flower ever imagined.
Soon the flower faded and a brilliant green leaf appeared.
The leaf thought to itself…
I will grow and grow till I am so big, that everyone can see how beautiful I am.
The Summer wore on and the leaf drank in all the sun and warmth it’s beautiful little body could hold.
Through thunderstorms and soft rain, it continued to exude it’s beauty to any that would look and see.
Soon the days began to grow shorter
The nights colder
The winds bitting cold
The small leaf shivered in the cold…
What is this?, it thought to itself, as it began to change into the most beautiful shade of red, along with all the other leaves on the tree
The sun no longer rose as high in the sky,
The air had the feeling of a chill settling on the land
The leaf, not aware of the closing in of winter
Dangled carelessly admiring its new transformation
One morning a cold frost fell upon the tree
The small leaf was confused by this chilly dew, unlike that of the warm Summer mornings
The sun soon burned through the mist and warmed the frost crystals back to warm droplets and the leaf settled back in
The next few days the sun rose, the winds blew and the leaf swayed silently
A week later, the small leaf wondered about the sun, as it was hidden by dark heavy clouds
Small flakes of delicate design began to fall from the sky
A soft blanket of snow covered the tiny red leaf
It shivered and eventually could no longer hold onto the branch it had called home for so long
It drifted silently to the ground
It looked up at the beautiful tree it had called home
The beautiful reds laced with the falling snow was incredible
The tiny red leaf felt a sense of pride as it slowly closed its eyes and ceased to exist.
