The children stood beneath the tree. The tree was tall, and mature, and was full of leaves the size of your hand. The children muddled about under the tree, in a hum drum mood, when a gently warm autumn wind began to blow. The wind swirled around the children, and then swirled around the tree. As it blew stronger, leaves, a few at first, and then many, began to fall. The leaves fell upon the children and the children started to laugh. As the few and many became all the leaves on the tree, the children’s laughter erupted, and they danced with a furious joy. They giggled and squealed, and slapped one another’s hands in a glorious celebration. The leaves fell down upon them like mighty golden snowflakes. The dark brown and red crush of broken leaves made a symphonic roar beneath the children’s feet, as the fun came to a crescendo. Soon, the gust of wind had passed, and the fun was a memory, as the little boys and girls walked toward the classroom door. Recess was over. The tree was bare. The children were so happy.