A single leaf falls, a poem writing itself in the wind, spiraling gracefully, a farewell to the tree, the keeper of its stories.

Nature cradles this goodbye, a soft embrace, as the ground receives it, a home for this journey, a continuation of life, as seasons turn, as time flows.

In the quiet of falling, I find strength, a lesson in letting go, a testament to change, a reminder that beauty is in the cycle, in each ending, each beginning.

• Alice Walker