A Book of Hours.

Even the promise of spring's renewal cannot change the fortune of the leaf whose stem has separated from the tree and who now, twisting in the air, sees that it once was tree and now is the singular leaf. As the burrowing animals move through the tunnel entrance into the sun, their Near Ones become Far Ones to others. And yet - The burrowing animal also finds that if the burrow is its great joy, it is also its great sadness. The burrowing animal must learn to take the goodness of its burrow to the tunnel entrance, to let it loose in the world like so much milkweed fluff; to bring it back for nesting; and to let it go again, let loose with the fast-moving clouds. [Extracted from the article]