“Why are you sad?” The old woman asked the child.
“Because all the leaves have fallen except one.”
“Did those leaves tell you their names?”
“No. Leaves can’t talk.” The child shook his head, but the old woman pointed.
“That one did.” She leaned in and whispered, “The name of that leaf is Hope.”
When we don’t see what is hidden in front of us, we miss the connections that make life magical.
Sue Wilder Writes 