THE FALL OF FREDDIE THE LEAF-A Story of Life for All Ages
LEO BUSCAGLIA, Ph. D.
Spring had passed.
So had Summer.
Freddie, the leaf, had grown large. His mid section was wide and strong, and
his five extensions were firm and pointed.
He had first appeared in Spring as a small sprout on a rather large branch
near the top of a tall tree.
Freddie was surrounded by hundreds of other leaves just like himself, or so
it seemed. Soon he discovered that no two leaves were alike, even though they
were on the same tree. Alfred was the leaf next to him. Ben was the leaf on
his right side, and Clare was the lovely leaf overhead. They had all grown up
together. They had learned to dance in the Spring breezes, bask lazily in the
Summer sun and wash off in the cooling rains.
But it was Daniel who was Freddie's best friend. He was the largest leaf on
the limb and seemed to have been there before anyone else. It appeared to Freddie
that Daniel was also the wisest among them. It was Daniel who told them that
they were part of a tree. It was Daniel who explained that they were growing
in a public park. It was Daniel who told them that the tree had strong roots
which were hidden in the ground below. He explained about the birds who came
to sit on their branch and sing morning songs. He explained about the sun, the
moon, the stars, and the seasons.
Freddie loved being a leaf. He loved his branch, his light leafy friends, his
place high in the sky, the wind that jostled him about, the sun rays that warmed
him, the moon that covered him with soft, white shadows.
Summer had been especially nice. The long hot days felt good and the warm nights
were peaceful and dreamy.
There were many people in the park that Summer. They often came and sat under
Freddie's tree. Daniel told him that giving shade was part of his purpose.
"What's a purpose?" Freddie had asked.
"A reason for being," Daniel had answered. "To make things more
pleasant for others is a reason for being. To make shade for old people who
come to escape the heat of their homes is a reason for being. To provide a cool
place for children to come and play. To fan with our leaves the picnickers who
come to eat on checkered tablecloths. These are all the reasons for being."
Freddie especially liked the old people. They sat so quietly on the cool grass
and hardly ever moved. They talked in whispers of times past.
The children were fun, too, even though they sometimes tore holes in the bark
of the tree or carved their names into it. Still, it was fun to watch them move
so fast and to laugh so much.
But Freddie's Summer soon passed.
It vanished on an October night. He had never felt it so cold. All the leaves
shivered with the cold. They were coated with a thin layer of white which quickly
melted and left them dew drenched and sparkling in the morning sun.
Again, it was Daniel who explained that they had experienced their first frost,
the sign that it was Fall and that Winter would come soon.
Almost at once, the whole tree, in fact, the whole park was transformed into
a blaze of color. There was hardly a green leaf left. Alfred had turned a deep
yellow. Ben had become a bright orange. Clare had become a blazing red, Daniel
a deep purple and Freddie was red and gold and blue. How beautiful they all
looked. Freddie and his friends had made their tree a rainbow.
"Why did we turn different colors," Freddie asked, "when we
are on the same tree?"
"Each of us is different. We have had different experiences. We have faced
the sun differently. We have cast shade differently. Why should we not have
different colors?" Daniel said matter-of-factly. Daniel told Freddie that
this wonderful season was called Fall.
One day a very strange thing happened. The same breezes that, in the past,
had made them dance began to push and pull at their stems, almost as if they
were angry. This caused some of the leaves to be torn from their branches and
swept up in the wind, tossed about and dropped softly to the ground.
All the leaves became frightened.
"What's happening?" they asked each other in whispers.
"It's what happens in Fall," Daniel told them. "It's the time
for leaves to change their home. Some people call it to die."
"Will we all die?" Freddie asked.
"Yes," Daniel answered. "Everything dies. No matter how big
or small, how weak or strong. We first do our job. We experience the sun and
the moon, the wind and the rain. We learn to dance and to laugh. Then we die."
"I won't die!" said Freddie with determination. "Will you, Daniel?"
"Yes," answered Daniel, "when it's my time."
"When is that?" asked Freddie.
"No one knows for sure," Daniel responded.
Freddie noticed that the other leaves continued to fall. He thought, "It
must be their time." He saw that some of the leaves lashed back at the
wind before they fell, others simply let go and dropped quietly.
Soon the tree was almost bare.
"I'm afraid to die," Freddie told Daniel. "I don't know what's
"We all fear what we don't know, Freddie. It's natural," Daniel reassured
him. "Yet, you were not afraid when Summer became Fall. They were natural
changes. Why should you be afraid of the season of death?"
"Does the tree die, too?" Freddie asked.
"Someday. But there is something stronger than the tree. It is Life. That
lasts forever and we are all a part of Life."
"Where will we go when we die?"
"No one knows for sure. That's the great mystery!"
"Will we return in the Spring?"
"We may not, but Life will."
"Then what has been the reason for all of this?" Freddie continued
to question. "Why were we here at all if we only have to fall and die?"
Daniel answered in his matter-of-fact way, "It's been about the sun and
the moon. It's been about happy times together. It's been about the shade and
the old people and the children. It's been about colors in Fall. It's been about
seasons. Isn't that enough?"
"That afternoon, in the golden light of dusk, Daniel let go. He fell effortlessly.
He seemed to smile peacefully as he fell. "Goodbye for now, Freddie,"
Then, Freddie was all alone, the only leaf on his branch.
The first snow fell the following morning. It was soft, white, and gentle;
but it was bitter cold. There was hardly any sun that day, and the day was very
short. Freddie found himself losing his color, becoming brittle. It was constantly
cold and the snow weighed heavily upon him.
At dawn the wind came that took Freddie from his branch. It didn't hurt at
all. He felt himself float quietly, gently and softly downward.
As he fell, he saw the whole tree for the fist time. How strong and firm it
was! He was sure that it would live for a long time and he knew that he had
been part of its life and made him proud.
Freddie landed on a clump of snow. It somehow felt soft and even warm. In this
new position he was more comfortable than he had ever been. He closed his eyes
and fell asleep. He did not know that Spring would follow Winter and that the
snow would melt into water. He did not know that what appeared to be his useless
dried self would join with the water and serve to make the tree stronger. Most
of all, he did not know that there, asleep in the tree and the ground, were
already plans for new leaves in the Spring.
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