to Becoming a Writer
Participating Student Folios
From the Book of Knowledge
inspired by asking a leaf about the meaning of life
As she sat serenely
beneath the tree, a leaf began slowly fluttering towards her, twisting
and turning in the gentle breeze. as it landed at her feet, she
picked it up and carefully studied it. It was an oak leaf, each
arm curling slightly at the edges. Burgandy in colour- old enough
to change with the coming seasons. fallen from the tree, it does
not have much life left. it has been discarded, left to fend for
itself as it can no longer provide any use. She stares slowly at
the leaf and as she does so, a feeling of peace and tranquility
washes over her. Although nothing has changed in her physical surroundings,
something deep within is different.
"What is the meaning
of life?" she asks, even though she knows a reply is not possible.
In her mind, she knows the answer: to feel useful and to be loved.
Each life forms part of a whole, one. Alone each leaf is nothing,
twisting and tossing and bending to the wind's desire. However,
when it is part of the tree, part of the whole, it is protected.
This protection does not last forever, as nothing in nature ever
stays the same. Seasons change and everything dies someday. But
this does not have to mean the end. If you are loved, you can live
It was the highlight of her week: putting
on her best dress and her favourite pair of black leather patent
shoes and stepping out. It was the shoes that made her feel that
way- the click clacking sound they made as she danced her way down
the sidewalk. She loved the way they shined in the sunlight, the
light jumping from one toe to the other and the way she just had
to stop every so often and admire them in the reflection of a store
Every week she went to a different place,
a different adventure. She didn't mind being alone, since her children
had left home she spent most days by herself. She rarely left the
house, except for her weekly outings of course. She missed her children
so very much, and looked forward to their infrequent visits. She
tried not to dwell on this however, as it only tended to make her
feel depressed. Instead, she decided to concentrate on enjoying
her day out. Today she had decided to visit the ducks in the park,
and as she skipped her way towards the tall, lush trees she silently
sang to herself and danced to her own tune, laughing as the folds
of her pretty pink skirt twirled and danced around her.
To Be Continued...