Listening to the leaves

Margie: Sometimes I think I’m lucky to be here. Other times I’m tired. I could lie down and be done with it. My good health is a curse. I shake my fist at God for keeping me here.

But I love the sun. It’s almost summer. Look, the leaves on the trees are happy. Listen. That sound. The leaves are clapping their hands.

Today the sun is shining and I’m like the trees. The wind blows and I clap for it.


I remember someone at the other end of a lifetime, in autumn, singing for the leaves.