Story
High in a great tree lived a little leaf who had danced all summer long in the green crowd of her sisters.
One cool morning the tree said gently, "Little leaves, it is nearly time. I have drunk the summer sun through you all season. Now I will tuck that gold away in my roots, and you may put on your festival clothes and fly."
"Fly?" said the little leaf. "But I have always held on."
"Holding on was your summer work," said the tree. "Letting go is your autumn work. Do not be afraid. The wind knows the way down, and the earth is soft."
So the little leaf put on her red and gold, and one bright morning she let go — and flew, and spun, and danced better than she ever had on the branch, all the way down to the waiting earth.
There she lay with her thousand sisters, a warm blanket over the roots of her own tree, keeping it safe until spring.