As I slowly walk along, shuffling through the dry and crunching leaves, I spot one I shall call my own. And bending down, I gently pick it up, rescuing it from the others for fear of it being lost.
And as I hold it up close, marveling at its beauty, it slowly crumbles in front of my eyes; while a gentle breeze takes what had remained and lifts it to lofty skies. Seeing this, I feel saddened and cannot help but wonder if the same fate awaits me.
With so many leaves having fallen to the ground, this one leaf represents me, my life, amongst all the other children of this world. Will anyone find me and hold me as I have held this leaf? Is there anyone interested in my story or my demise?
Would there be anyone who would miss me? Or even notice my absence. Should the wind take me away? Will anyone care if I am no longer there?
Oh, that my prayer might be answered, and just one kind soul finds me beautiful and cares for me as I’ve cared for this lovely leaf.
One Child Matters