A Withered Leaf

A withered leaf
among vibrant young ones
near death,forgotten in the breeze
crumbling,dying
like an elder long forgotten
waiting for an eternal sleep
with the death of one old leaf
the others have more room to grow
they wait eagerly for the old one to dissipate
into the earth
making the soil more fertile
for lives not yet arrived
for greater things to live,thrive,be
But in the death of one old insignificant leaf is there not life?
With death is there not divine rest,liberation,peace,love,life,and joy in the hands of God?
An eternal love and life in heaven which is the right of all who are pure?