I wonder which is more insulting
To a fallen leaf?

The joyous STOMP of a care-free little girl
Going out of her way to step on all the leaves she can
Looking for, exulting in, that satisfying crunch

or

The careless MARCH of a hurried business-man
Giving neither care nor thought to what (or who) he tramples
Thinking only, ever only, of his (next) destination

I suppose that’s loaded question
Since leaves don’t hurt or feel
Or see or understand
But if a leaf could think and talk, I think it just might say:

“Sweet child, I hope you never lose your love for crunching leaves
To know my death has brought you joy has made my life complete”