Two Leaves

The leaves were falling from the great oak at the meadow’s edge. They were falling from all the trees. One branch of the oak reached high above the others and stretched far out over the meadow. Two leaves clung to its very tip.

“It isn’t the way it used to be,” said one leaf to the other.

“No,” the other leaf answered. “So many of us have fallen off tonight we’re almost the only ones left on our branch.”

“You never know who’s going to go next,” said the first leaf. “Even when it was warm and the sun shone, a storm or a cloudburst would come sometimes and many leaves were torn off, though they were still very young. You never know who’s going to go next.”

“The sun seldom shines now,” sighed the second leaf, “and when it does, it gives no warmth. We must have warmth again.”

“Can it be true,” said the first leaf, “can it really be true, that others come to take our places when we’re gone, and after them still others, and more and more?”

“It really is true,” whispered the second leaf. “We can’t even begin to imagine it, it’s beyond our powers.”

“It makes me very sad,” added the first leaf.

They were silent a while.

Then the first leaf said quietly to itself, “Why must we fall?”

The second leaf asked, “What happens to us when we have fallen?”

“We sink down.”

“What is under us?”

The first leaf answered, “I don’t know. Some say one thing, some another, but nobody knows.”

The second leaf asked, “Do we feel anything, do we know anything about ourselves when we’re down there?”

The first leaf answered, “Who knows? Not one of all those down there has ever come back to tell us about it.”

They were silent again. Then the first leaf said tenderly to the other, “Don’t worry so much about it, you’re trembling!”

“That’s nothing,” the second leaf answered, “I tremble at the least thing now. I don’t feel so sure of my hold as I used to.”

“Let’s not talk any more about such things,” said the first leaf.

The other replied, “No, we’ll let it be. But — what else shall we talk about?” It was silent, but went on after a little while. “Which of us will go first?”

“There’s still plenty of time to worry about that,” the other leaf said reassuringly. “Lets remember how beautiful it was, how wonderful, when the sun came out and shone so warmly that we thought we’d burst with life. Do you remember? And the morning dew and the mild and splendid nights…”

“Now the nights are dreadful,” the second leaf complained, “and there is no end to them.”

“We shouldn’t complain,” said the first leaf gently. “We’ve outlived many, many others.”

“Have I changed much?” asked the second leaf shyly.

“Not in the least,” the first leaf said. “You think so only because I’ve gotten to be so yellow and ugly. But it’s different in your case.”

“You’re fooling me,” the second leaf said.

“No, really,” the first leaf answered eagerly, “believe me, you’re as lovely as the day you were born! Here and there may be a little yellow spot. But it’s hardly noticeable and makes you only more beautiful, believe me.”

“Thanks,” whispered the second leaf, quite touched. “I don’t believe you, not altogether, but I thank you because you’re so kind. You’ve always been so kind to me. I’m just beginning to understand how kind you are.”

“Hush,” said the other leaf, and kept silent itself, for it was too troubled to talk anymore.

Then they were both silent. Hours passed.

A moist wind blew, cold and hostile through the treetops.

“Ah, now,” said the second leaf, “I…” Then its voice broke off. It was torn from its place and spun down.

Winter had come.

From “Bambi, a Life in the Woods” by Felix Salten, written in 1923.

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2 thoughts on “Two Leaves

  1. That was so cute. And… sad! Where is my happy ending? Or beautiful, touching moral to the story? I shall have to make one up.

    The leaf’s friend blew away with him a moment later, and they were swept away tumbling, hopping, skipping… and then they blew into someone’s front yard, and a boy and his sister raked them into a pile and they looked around at all their other friends, who looked far more beautiful and cheery than ever in all sorts of red and orange hues. And they all laughed together in a rustly way every time the kids jumped into them. And then the two friend leaves were blown away together somewhere else, and a young woman picked them both up because they looked so pretty, and she mailed one to her friend who was feeling blue, and the other she tucked behind a picture in the collage above her bed, and there it sits right now and is peeking at her as she types this comment.

  2. *lipwobble*

    I like it. It’s kind of along the same lines as The Little Rocket. Inanimate objects discussing life and the meaning thereof, and then dying. Cheerful stuff. *nods*

    :)

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