I am a leaf. On any given day, you can find me on my branch, my body green as the grass below me. On this day; though, something felt different. I took a breath, and I looked around. When I did I saw my friends, although we were no longer the same. I was changing colors. I grew confused because I was turning orange, and they were all still green.
On one morning, just at sunrise, I began to fall to the ground. The lower I fell, the more scared I got. I fell and fell, but my friends were still on the tree. I hit the ground at about the same time my hopes did, and I cried for I couldn't see a happy ending. What was I doing there on the ground? I wanted to be in the tree. I was made to be in the tree.
I couldn't rise up, no matter how I tried. After a week of laying, I shriveled up into a brown, crunchy leaf. I still laid on the ground, looking upward at my friends. My friends were still on the tree, and they were still as green as a lucky four leaf clover while my color kept getting darker.
"Would they fall too, or would I continue to be alone?" I wondered. I didn't want to be alone. I wanted to be in the tree.
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