I want to be a leaf.
A leaf refuses to be anything but beautiful.
It waits patiently for Spring and then slowly unfurls and takes its place on the branch.
It’s soft green grows bolder as the days and months pass.
It doesn’t fight the changing weather, but instead, is content to move, to become one with it.
It holds on in sun and wind and rain.
And then, when it knows its time is coming to a close, it doesn’t simply drop to the ground.
No, instead, it takes one last breath and turns a brilliant hue, reminding those around it that all seasons of Life are beautiful.
Yes, I want to be a leaf.