Our GiT spouse Janara Kushueva sent us regularly beautiful stories. This time “Folium’ (Latin for ‘leaf’) about leaves and the changes in their leaf lives .. a current autumn theme .. Enjoy!
I’m a maple leaf, my name is Folium. We, leaves, are about 40,000 friends here on our tree. I have quiet and happy life, because I don’t need much in this life, some sunlight, water, and maybe just hearing children laughing. I like rain, when drops wash me gently, and I feel fresh again.
I don’t like wind if it is cold, if it blows much and it is hard for me to hold on my mother-tree. Sometimes, when wind is mild, we, leaves, sing and dance altogether. We sing about blue sky, clouds, angels; birds hear us and come to us, sit on our branches and we sing together.
Now, when we don’t get much sunlight, when temperature changes, we change our colors because amount of pigments inside us decrease. We become red, orange, yellow, russet, golden-bronze, bright scarlet etc. I became bright yellow :).
Some people come to us saying: “What a beautiful tree!” They take pictures of us.
What is beauty for me? I think it is simplicity, sincerity, admitting that you are not perfect.
I’m also not perfect, I cannot speak in the way people speak, I cannot move freely like them, but it is my destiny to be a leaf, and maybe it is better for me, I should feel grateful for what I have, I have easier life than humans.
Humans, especially women, have pressure about being beautiful, staying young etc. However, I believe that every woman/man can be beautiful in his simple way, just little bit skin/face care, decent clothes and the most important inner feeling of ‘beauty in imperfection’, inner soul-beauty, which makes you seem attractive to other people. Look at me, I’m just a leaf changing colors, and I’m already beautiful! 🙂 I’m blessed to be a leaf.
Also I think children are beautiful. I love children; a child associates with words innocence, freedom, playing, seeing world in different ways. They don’t pretend to be something, they say what they think, they believe in peoples’ words…Sometimes I want to play with them, but I can’t move; never mind, maybe my life would lead me to that somehow…
Today is Sunday. I’m just watching people who came here to the park; listening to them, trying to smile to them, but nobody notices 🙂
I see a man with his small son. He was talking to his father: ”…yes daddy, I wanna be a pilot in future, make a plane take off and land, wanna fly!….oh, look at these pretty leaves, can I tear one off? I’d like to put it in my book and dry it!”
“No, let it live there. Why you always want to destroy something? Let the flowers, leaves, grass be where they are supposed to be.”
‘However, the boy didn’t listen to him, and secretly tore me from my mother-tree. I’m ok with that! I’ll get dry and be in his book forever; he would play with me carefully, talk to me or maybe attach me to a card designed to his mother on Mother’s Day or something. It is fun. Otherwise, I’d be torn off by strong wind, fall on the road, fall on dirt and dust of this road, people wouldn’t notice me; just step on me…uhh.
The boy took Folium, gently touched it, put it carefully in his big pocket. When he came home he put it in his big colorful book. He was going to show it to his teacher and ask all information about the leaf, what parts do they have, how water comes to it, what happens inside the leaf during a day having sunlight and during night, how they breath, how are they useful for our atmosphere…and many more questions. He liked the nature; he wanted to know our invaluable nature better to be closer to it.
He and Folium became friends.