Three Leaves on a Branch

Three leaves on a branch, hang in the midst of fog, bathing in morning dew, not knowing whether today is the day that they fall and are swept away.

They could live in fear of the leaf blower. The street sweeper. The incinerator. But all they know is that today is the day that they live. And that it is enough for them to enjoy all that they see from their view. People going to work, joking with one another at a locked door; an old man on his morning walk. The simplicity of a man sitting in his car staring at three leaves on a branch as he waits for a meeting with the people going to work, joking with one another at a locked door.

All good and beautiful things of life that drown out the noise and propaganda of the real world, and the pain that will come when the three leaves on a branch fall and are swept away.