And did they tell you that those red leaves would fall eventually?
Because they were lying, they would never fall.
The leaves were red like fire, so in the summer, when the sun would set it’s golden head, the tree would seem to burn, swaying in the slight breeze.
The leaves reflected each day upon the things it had seen and heard, breathing it’s ease into the laughter of children, breathing it’s longing into lovers and breathing it’s peace into adults.
And the tree did not drop it’s leaves, they stayed there for all eternity, breathing.