My Grandparent's Tree

I stopped and looked at a small tree in my grandparents' lawn. Branches sprang right and left, up and down, this way and that. There were so many little twigs and branches yet only four leaves remained there, hanging on for their life. I stood and wondered what was so significant about this tree. It seemed so normal then and I probably just would have passes by this tree without a second thought if it were not at this particular time in my life. As I stared at this tree I reached out an arm to gently touch what has so strongly touched me. I noticed that the leaves, no matter how hard they try to hold on, will fall gently by the slightest touch and I turned and left the tree with only three leaves.