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A certain little boy loved the leaves of Fall.                                                                       He had questions to ask, so he stood up tall.                                                            Earnestly,  he inquired about the pre-fall trees.                                                                     “In Fall, why do you choose to lose your leaves?”

“Why drop your lovely cloaks now? Wait till spring!                                                               Why have no leafy limbs when the wind is chilling,                                                          Knowing wintry storms could make you feel cold?                                                                 You’d stay warmer, by keeping your leaves, brown, red or gold.”

“You’ll lose some leaves and twigs on a windy day,                                                                       But most leaves are well connected and will stay.”                                                              Having voiced his questions and his mind well pleased,                                                       He stood respectfully for an answer from the trees.

The trees stood unmoved. Not a word did they say.                                                               He thought, “They may not want to talk today. I am certain they know something that I do not.  Perhaps Mother Nature designed a better plot.”

“Perhaps in winter, trees sleep in winter’s chill.                                                                    The ones who grow leaves, their quotas all filled.                                                                        I pity the trees without warmth in cold weather.                                                                  I need to learn more about trees during winter.

A golden leaf fell to Little One’s feet from above.                                                              Little One looked up to the tree and felt its sweet feeling of love.                                   Maybe the tree sensed his protection and concern.                                                               He decided trees do what they need for their own reason.

As he walked away sadly, a red leaf fell to his feet.                                                                 “Winter is for us to rest before we grow new leaves.                                                                   In winter our Life Force goes down in our roots,                                                                Then returns in spring with blossoms and shoots.”

“No harm is done to next year’s leaves, you see,                                                                     We’ll be fine, Little One. Good bye and don’t worry.”                                                               The trees knew how he felt, which was a good start.                                                                     He turned and left with lighter step and heart.

He would return to them at Spring’s beginning.                                                      When their Life force arose with new vigor to bring,                                                                New leaves and new flowers, if that be their role.                                                                   Little One was thankful for what he now did know.