The Two Leaves

This is a story my mother used to tell me.
 
The leaves were falling from the great oak at the meadow's edge.  They were falling from all the trees.  One branch of the oak reached high above the others and stretched far out over the meadow.  Two leaves clung to its very tip.
"It isn't the way it used to be," said one leaf to the other.
 "No," the other leaf answered, "So many of us have fallen off tonight, we're almost the only ones left on our branch."
 "You never know who is going to go next," said the first leaf.  "Even when it was warm and the sun shone, a storm or a cloudbursts would come sometimes, and many leaves were torn off, though they were still young.  You never know who's going to go next."
"The sun seldom shines now," sighed the second leaf, "and when it does it gives no warmth.  We must have warmth again."
"Can it be true," said the first leaf, "can it really be true, that others come to take our places when we're gone and after them still others, and more and more?"
"It is really true," whispered the second leaf.  "We can't even begin to imagine it .Its beyond our powers."
"It makes me very sad," added the first leaf.
They were silent for a while,  Then the first leaf said quietly to herself, "Why must we fall . . . ?"
The second leaf asked, "What happens to us when we have fallen?"
"We sink down . . . "
"What is under us?"
The first leaf answered, "I don't know, some say one thing some another, but nobody knows."
The second leaf asked, "Do we feel anything, do we know anything about ourselves when we're down there?"
The first leaf answered. "Who knows?  Not one of all those down there has ever come back to tell us about it."
They were silent again.  Then the first leaf said tenderly to the other, "Don't worry so much about it, you're trembling."
"That's nothing," the second leaf answered, "I tremble at the least thing now.  I don't feel so sure of my hold as I used to."
"Let's not talk any more about such things," said the first leaf.
The other replied, "No, we'll let be.  But, what else shall we talk about?"
She was silent and then went on after a little while, "Which of us shall go first?"
"There's still plenty of time to worry about that," the other leaf assured her.  "Let's remember how beautiful it was, how wonderful, when the sun came out and shone so warmly that we thought we'd burst with life.  Do you remember?  And the morning dew, and the mild and splendid nights . . "
"Now the nights are dreadful, said the second leaf, "and there is no end to them."
"We shouldn't complain," said the first leaf gently, "We've outlived many, many others."
"Have I changed much?" asked the second leaf shyly but determinedly.
"Not in the least," the first leaf assured her, "You only think so because I've got to be so yellow and ugly.  But its different in your case."
"You're fooling me", the second leaf said.
"No, really," the first leaf exclaimed eagerly, "believe me you're as lovely as the day you were born.  Here and there may be a little yellow spot but it's hardly noticeable and only makes you handsomer, believe me."
"Thanks," whispered the second leaf, quite touched,"I don't believe you, not altogether, but I thank you because you're so kind  You've always been so kind to me.  I'm just beginning to understand how kind you are."
"Hush," said the other leaf, and kept silent herself for she was too troubled to talk any more.
Then they were both silent.  Hours passed.  A moist wind blew, cold and hostile, through the tree tops.
"Ah, now," said the second leaf.  "I .  .  "
Then her voice broke off.  She was torn from her place and spun down.
Winter had come.                  

From Bambi