Once upon a time there was a leaf. He hung on a tree branch with many other leaves. They were all very young and green. As the wind blew they swung on their limb, frantically waving to passersby's. some payed no attention whatsoever, but the rare few that noticed them stopped in their tracks and smiled up at them. Sometimes they might wave back.
“We are leaves! We become more beautiful with age!” They whispered to the wind, “And when we become brown and ugly, we sing more beautifully!” Though leaves lives are short, their prime is glorious.
“But i don't want to get old,” Said the leaf.
As the seasons changed, so did the leaves skin. Oranges, reds and yellows decorated the tree tops, their colors creating an atmosphere of wonder and nostalgia as all creatures remembered seasons passed.
“Look how beautiful we are now! Alas, this time is so short. It is time for us to travel to another realm.” And soon millions of leaves were blown from their perches, creating a rain of colors for children to dance in. They became a rich carpet of fiery shades for all to smile down on and admire.
Some even created heaps of leaves to jump into like a huge pillow. Soon they became brown and ugly, but they were so happy with their fulfilling lives and they died slowly and peacefully becoming, once again, a part of the earth. And they sung with every step. But one leaf never made it to the next realm and it hung tightly to it’s branch, unwilling to give away to the wind. “I refuse to die!” It said. And this leaf grew lonely, for all it’s neighbors had gone and accepted their age.
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