The Oak Leaf
On a bitterly cold autumn day long ago, a brutal storm swept through the forest, tearing all the leaves off the trees. Almost all of them. The small oak leaf at the top of the tallest tree in the forest remained clinging.
It sat there all alone, shivering, while the other leaves lay safe and warm on the ground, creating the most beautiful pictures on the forest floor. “If only I could soon break free and descend,” it begged.
Winter passed. The little oak leaf had almost given up all hope of coming down from the tree when a gentle south wind on the most glorious spring day loosened it. Finally, the oak leaf descended, and it just had time to think: ‘Now, at last, I will be part of the beautiful pictures on the forest floor.’
At that moment, a little girl cycled along the forest path. Instead of hitting the ground, the oak leaf landed in the girl’s bicycle basket. The girl immediately fell in love with the beautiful copper-colored oak leaf – it had a much warmer glow than all the other leaves in the forest.
She took it home, dried it, and put it in a fine frame. And it is quite true that the little oak leaf became the most beautiful picture on the little girl’s wall, where it sat sheltered from storm and cold for many years to come.