A leaf was unsteady on a tree. I looked on as it quivered and shook in the wind. Then for no particular reason, when the wind stopped, it fell off of it's branch. Silently it floated, down, down , down, until it touched the ground. As it fell, it danced in the light, it's colors shimmering only for a moment. I walked over and picked it up and thought about why it fell. Then as the wind picked up, I threw the leaf into the air and watched it dance away with so many others that were blown up by the wind. As if the leaves were people, I gained a glimmer of understanding of how very much we are like the falling leaves.