In the world of trees and trellises, bushes and forests, could it be possible that one leaf can prevail?
In today’s tomorrow, but yesterday’s right now, is it possible that one leaf can win the war?




In the heat of the moment, but the cold of the loss, can we be sure that one leaf can dominate?




I believe it can with a little help.


























When a leaf is on a tree is it anything more than just a leaf, or is it part of a family?





When a leaf gets blown away does it die or does it survive on its own?









When you see one leaf all by its self do you pick it up, or shoo it away?











But when a leaf is on a tree do you pluck it, or let it stay loved by its family?










Is one lone leaf different than all of us, sad when on its own and longing for love,







happy when it finally finds what it was searching for,
















always thinking he is prepared for the real world, but when he gets there he needs help?




So in actuality are we lone leaves our selves, waiting for that pluck of the branch or swift of the wind to finally push us to our fullest potentials, even if we’re not ready yet?





















So why is it that we leave the lone leaves to be by themselves?















We don’t care for them we just hope they can survive.































Shouldn’t we nurture them too?



























So step away from the tree branch and let those leaves grow, but pick up and spin the lone leaves in your fingers, for we have made them alone.


























Finally love that one sad, lonely, poor old leaf because if we don’t one day we will be one lone leaf too.