The Leaf

Rain would fall on the leaf, Tiny droplets of water, Tears of the gods, Each leaf would be swayed by the wind, The sun would come and dry the leaves, Tall trees would dance with the breeze, Autumn would come and the leaves would fall to the ground, Like an earthly rainbow, The trees vacant, their branches reaching out to touch the heavens. Winter would come and the branches would be covered with snow, Spring the buds would appear again, The tree welcoming summer, Fully restored and beautiful. Summers beauty and special miracle. Author: Gwen Meyer-Erlach Schutz