Mike Pearce

Nothing but Leaves Mike Pearce

Many of you have watched the autumn leaves float down to the ground carpeting the earth bronze gold and copper. Some have kicked their feet through piles of leaves. Many may have also seen the small helicopter blades of the sycamore seeds spiral down to the ground. This story is about a leaf. It was the last leaf on the tree, the rest had fallen. Eventually it fell and was taken up into the sky by the wind. It journeyed on far from its home but eventually fell to rest at night in the dark only to find that unlike other leaves it would become something treasured, hidden but never forgotten like the memories of its owner.