Autumn Leaves

          There is just something about the leaves in autumn… I find myself ever so envious of them. They live, they fly, they die. How simple their existence is…

          In their simplicity, I also find such captivating beauty. They dangle with such delicacy from the trees which give them life, enriching and enhancing the autumn dusk sky. How I wish I could be an autumn leaf…

          I would live for my purpose, which is to dance. I would dance with dazzling beauty, and turn a hypnotizing shade of maroon. Or yellow, perhaps – or orange. Oh, how I would dance. If my sole purpose was to sway with the brisk autumn breeze, I would sway unabashedly. If my Creator had intended for me to be swept into the wind and ride it freely, I would do nothing else. I would ride the breeze and frolick atop the treeline. My fellow leaf companions would be there with me, galloping over the autumn scenery, not a worry in the world. 

          For if this were my destiny, how content I would be. 

          The simplicity of such a life is so beautiful, so intriguing. I ache to experience it. There is no trace of clutter, of confusion. There is no hurry or rush. I would simply dangle upon my tree, dancing with the wind, until I am let go to fly across the sunset, dying so peacefully that I do not even sense that it is happening. By the time the breeze allows me to fall and I reach the ground, my life will be over, but not a thing will be lost. I will then color the ground and create the crisp crunch under a child’s foot as he bounds down the sidewalk to school. 

          What a purposeful yet simple life. How I long to live it.