Maple Leave

    Maple Leave Fantasia
    
    I have never been particular for red color, it’s only in chilly autumns when leaves fall that I remember the bright-colored red leaves- the red maple leaves, the symbol of life, coming into my dreams now and then.
    
    Perhaps, these frail thin leaves with saw edge are not the pretties of all leaves, but the bright red veins in the dry leaves always remind me of martyrs, their blood remains red alone throughout the dark cold ages. I always wish that someday, I might go to Heavens and worship my beloved maple leaves there.
    
    If, one day I have to leave this world that I love so much, I wish that there would be some hands planting two maple trees for me, to keep my life going on in Spring, Autumn, and all seasons throughout the year.