"Oh ! If I were a leaf upon a tree
I'd live my life so happily !
I'd grow up to be green and big,
unless of course I was a twig.
A twig with a leaf upon my end ...
then that leaf could be my friend !"
Today I am in the throws of MAJOR back-to-school reorganizing.
And as I was sorting, I found this precious poem scribbled on some crumpled scratch paper,tucked away hastily in a drawer many "moons" ago. I wonder if the author even remembers ....