falling leaves

We wait for fall, to cool the air and watch leaves twist and turn, floating through space as the find the earth.  Their colors filled with life and beauty as they meet with death.  I have learned of several losing loves ones.  How I would like to be like a leaf on a tree... reaching for the sky and praising the Lord Must high.  To sway in the wind, to the beat of the Spirit guiding me.  And to be so alive and in old age turn even more brilliant beautiful colors before I a carried to our real home in heaven.  Would that not be magnificent?