A leaf dropped into my palm hand today, and I thought about its life.
It had grown, it had lived, it had changed, and now it is venturing on its own path.
I looked upon this leaf, the colors were vibrant and distinct.
The beautiful tones had once been hidden, chlorofil masking its true identity. But with the help of season's change, it rid its artificial colors, and it now shows itself proudly, fearing no judgement for looking distinct.
I looked upon this leaf, and i began to see.
That this little bright leaf is me.
The journey I will soon take will be my own, unaffected by those once surrounding me
I released the leaf from my hand, and let it float away. It spiraled spun, and collided with another, until they both fell together to the ground.
It was then that I had a hard time finding it. I realized the path that it took was only temporary, and that in the end, it will end up with the others. Although the colors vary, theyre all united in rest.
A leaf dropped into my palm today, I thought about my life.
I thought of the path that I may take, and I think that God is right.
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