Leaves bear witness to our daily lives. They preserve thoughts, desires, and the salty taste of tears. Leaves are well versed in farewells and returns. They also preserve light hearted happiness and melancholy. Aimlessly they travel, running, dancing and resting while gazing upward. They live in the Seasons,and they words are muted by the footsteps of human life. Eventually leaves will grow old and shatter,while being dispersed and thrust by the wind.Our life's dance is but small glimpses in the grandness of Universe.At time we need to break through our boundaries,and spread our wings.Our existence does not differ greatly from that of a leaf, whose beginning lies in arms of a branch.