It wasn’t long ago, when we had a cold day, and the leaves fell from the tree without even changing color. Dropping like heavy rain, letting go. But not spring leaves. No matter how hard the wind blows, those leaves hold tightly secured on. Grasping with all their might, fighting against all odds, (even though, there may be those who think them to be foolish) waiting for the season their deliverance.
Sara Lynne Lindsay 