Seasons of the Moment

Though the air was frosty and the path still wet with puddles, my morning was spent walking through the park. The sky was a remarkable unification of magical colors; the blades of grass were lustrous and glimmering in the morning sun. Tall trees that lined the walking path soared over me. It was a most serenely beautiful morning to spend in solitude. As I walked along quietly, I happened upon a fallen leaf, orange and red. A gift from autumn. How beautiful that leaf was, so humble in its death, so full of the perfection and life of its mother, the tree. I crouched down to pick up the leaf and observing more closely I saw all the veins and the stem; within the pattern of the leaf I could see the whole tree, with all its loveliness.