As I sit gazing out my window,
I see the wind blowing the leaves to and fro.
Down my lane they hustle like children,
Stopping only briefly before off again they go.
 
Each having it's own shape,
they are big, they are small.
Some are tattered,some are torn.
Many different colors in all.
 
I think about this world that we live in.
The children who have grown.
What society has dealt them,
The good or bad things they have been shown.
 
Just as the leaves that are blowing in the wind,
They go frolicking along the way.
Until something in their paths,
stops them short of their fate.
 
Some are blocked permanently.
Never to continue their trip.
While others will catch a big wind,
And off again they will flip.
 
But one thing I am certain,
It makes no difference how big or small.
Each and every leaf out there,
at sometime had to fall.
 
Big leaves catch your attention faster,
and they may blow higher in the wind.
But something came along,
to pick them up and start them off again.
 
So I ask you to remember,
the next time you see a leaf.
Try to see its real beauty,
No matter what it's size may be.
 
And remember that every little leaf,
has its purpose here in this world.
and all the little leaves are there,
pushing and holding the big ones as they twirl.
 
Remember our children,
no matter what size or shape.
Need the bigger ones to show them,
the roads that they should take.
 
Please give to our children,
Kindness, love, faith and hope
for a  decent future. 
The things we all need most.
 
by Donna Points