Engrossed in my
work at the laptop, a shimmer of gold from outside the window caught the corner
of my eye. Were gold flakes being thrown out of an aircraft from above? Was
this an innovation in professing love – flower petals replaced by gold flakes?
I ran to the
window with these thoughts running through my head. And what a sight beheld me.
The leaves of the tree were being gently loosened from their place on the
branch, by an ever so lilting breeze. The golden leaves performed a delicate
dance, pirouetting in the air, before finally settling on the ground beneath.
Golden leaves – brown actually – having lost the greenery of youth, were on
their way to their final resting place. Final did I say? Come to think of it,
they were going back to where they came from only to return, caught in the
cycle of leaves-mulch-nourishment for the tree-sprouting of new leaves-leaves
growing old and falling-mulch . . .
Even in their
death they were useful – supporting the very life system they nourished during
their living years. Watching the leaf dance, I came face to face with the person
in the mirror, asking – How useful are you to the society you live in? How much
do you contribute to the environment you take from? Are you producing more than
you are consuming? Are you giving more than you are taking?
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