Keep Sake

The last days of fall, and a mighty oak stands, looking so bare and tall. The last leaf holding on so tight. Clinging with all of it's might. Clinging as if it knows, it's fighting for it's life. Against the harsh wind, against the cold, against the inevitable. Till finally, it let's go. Falling and falling and then tumbling along, feeling alone and lost. Recalling how all it's friends, surrendered to the frost. When suddenly a child picks it up and says Mommy look, and the mother says how beautiful, let's keep it and press it in a book.