| A fallen leaf is a lot love and life. Before it dies, it is rich in color. It may have some holes but it's okay, you can still appreciate it's presence. After a while, it starts to lose it's color. It is still a leaf but still very much appreciated. Then, it starts to wither away. It becomes nothing but a withered, discolored leaf. Lost forever. Luckily, there's always another leaf. A new journey. A new love. A new life. |