Today as I walked under our oak trees a persistent morning breeze coaxed a myriad of leaves from their home amidst the trees.
(For those of you experiencing winter…who think a poem about fallen leaves is just wrong…Remember…I happen to live Florida…where the leaves fall all year long!)
A breeze I could not see but I could feel and hear its sound…caused a multitude of leaves to bid their their limbs adieu and flutter to the ground.
And for a moment I was a child again…I felt innocent and small
as I laid down in the grass (by the way…the best place to watch them fall).
And I found myself thanking the wind and the trees and thanking Mother Nature by her name…for once again reminding me how nothing ever stays the same..
Every day change is occurring right before our eyes…trees lose their leaves, babies are born…new clouds soar across the sky.
The weather changes every day…today it’s warmer…yesterday it was a little colder…and every day, as part of life, we grow a little older.
Since, like the leaves, our days upon this planet are finite…our time on Earth is measured…every second of life should be cherished…every moment treasured.
No moment should be thought too insignificant…
for everywhere there is magic to be found…
like laying in the grass on a breezy morning
and trying to catch some leaves as they flutter to the ground.
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