From the moment I sprouted I knew I was destined to grow and become something special but no one told me what that would be.
Like any generation, there were many like me and, from a distance, we all looked the same but to each of us within that generation, we could easily tell one another apart.
Somehow, I knew about seasons and I knew each would present its own challenges but I had no idea what to expect. Would my seasons be harsh or mild? What would a harsh season do to me? Would a mild season leave me lacking? I had no idea. 
In my youth I found I was both supple and rigid. As I matured I learned when to be sturdy and when to fold or roll and how to weather storms.
With some rains the drops stung me mightily while other rains gently washed over me providing both a respite and joy.
Sometimes the summer sun was so bright and hot that I just wanted to curl up and die but that wasn’t my job. My job was to give life and energy to others, so I endured. When the sun wasn’t scorching me, it was warm and comforting. It was during those times that I was happiest and did my best work.
The wind has danced over me. Sometimes bending me to the point of breaking and other times causing me to dance about with joy and spread laughter.
I noticed that no matter what I was enduring, pain or joy, very few noticed. Eventually, I realized that too, was not my concern. No matter whether people noticed my struggles or joys, I still had a job to do.
Now, in the autumn when the chill of night is more noticeable and affects me more I find myself changing. At first it’s subtle but with each passing day it becomes more obvious.
Today, I realize I’ve fulfilled my duties and I have nothing left to give. It’s time to let go.
I release myself from this branch and float softly to the ground.
Sincerely,
The Leaf