They were filled with all the warmth and excitement that springtime can bring. The sight of new baby leaves popping from the tree branches gave them a new hope. They thought for sure that all was going to be fine.
But they'd be wrong.
Soon it was summer, and every tree was filled with leaves and song birds and they provided shade for picnics. People everywhere believed it would last forever.
But they'd be wrong.
Eventually the season changed. Cold winds blew in from the north, and it wasn't long until all the wonderful leaves burst into amazing colors. Neighborhoods rejoiced, and suggested this wonderful display was itself the reason for leaves; of course - they'd be wrong.
Finally the color faded, leaves drifted to earth like a silent funeral procession, mourners grabbed their rakes, suggesting this to be the final act.
But they'd be wrong.
Hiding just overhead, tucked in like kittens in a box, thousands of leaves lay sleeping in the house gutters. Home owners believed this to be a cruel trick played on them each year by Mother Nature, forcing them to climb rickety ladders. They just knew this was the final straw.
But they were wrong.
Atop the ladder, stretching, reaching to gather the leaves from the gutter, Mother Nature’s left foot kicks the ladder out from under them. Now they dangle from their finger tips – the sharp edge of the gutter is telling them to let go, but surely, as they hang there like a ripe leaf flapping in the wind, they think one of their neighbors will come to their rescue.
But they’d be wrong.
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