A Simple Leaf (NJ13)


A Simple Leaf (NJ13) 
While out on an evening stroll last night, I noticed a leaf barely hanging onto a branch. Usually, I do not notice small details like this during my everyday activities. But for some reason, this particular leaf caught my eye. 

The sunset was something artists write lyrics about, contrasting with the tiny leaf and the vast blue sky. Just then, I noticed something quite alarming. This leaf was the last leaf left to fall from the tree. Leaves fall every day, getting lost in the wind, but this leaf remained. Clinging to the branch, hoping that a big gust of wind does not come by and carry it onto its next journey. I admired the dedication of this leaf, desperately holding onto any remains of the warmer seasons. As soon as I took my eyes off the leaf, I noticed the wind start to pick-up. I shielded the leaf with my body, praying that this would not be the end of its ride. Thankfully, the leaf held strong. I commended myself for acting so valiantly in the effort to protect this leaf. 

As night fell, I suspected my job guarding the leaf would be done. I started walking back to my car, which was roughly fifty yards away. About halfway, I felt a strong gust of wind slightly reposition my body. My head immediately turned back, attempting to locate the leaf on the branch. But, it was gone. The wind had carried the leaf away, and now no leaves remained on that branch. It was bare, looking thoroughly exposed to the elements. I had done everything in my power to shelter this leaf, but I came up short. Hopefully another day I will get the opportunity to witness the last leaf on a tree again. 


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