Eulogies: #2

A breeze travels through leaves as you travel through the trees, each leaf moving on its own, and together they make a chorus,

a cascade,

each one just slightly out of synch with the next, infinitesimal differences of angle and position making a ripple of infinite complexity,

differences so small you could never pick one out

but in their millions and billions, at the whim of the wind, a visual symphony of green and gold,

leaf and sunlight.