The leaves on the trees have been pretty this year and now, they’re falling. Why? What’s really going on?
Don’t ask the neighbors with the leaf blower, rake, burn pile or black plastic leaf bag. They are too busy cleaning up to understand that dead leaves are the gifts of the trees to the earth below... to provide cover (we call it mulch), food and nourishment and finally to break down to bring new life and fresh healthy soil. Ho hum .... just another amazing recycling job by the creator.
Do they still teach the wonderful five-stanza poem, “Come Little Leaves,” by George Cooper in school these days? And it would be refreshing to hear a church sermon based on that same poem accompanied by the ardent hymn, “This is my Father’s World,” by Maltbie Babcock. An expansive sermon that ties saving the human soul to that of saving the soul of our earth home and the rest of God’s creation. Like rocks and trees and skies and seas ... and dancing leaves.
Perhaps some future generation will declare November as “Leaf it Be” month. People will retire their tools of destruction on nature and do what? Oh, it’d be ok to just remain quiet a while and watch the wind play with the leaves and listen to nature singing and maybe muster up the courage to admit, “Hey, what was I thinking? This world isn’t mine after all!”
Debby Boots — Franklin, N.C.