Fallen

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(L.T. Dann writes a very short story of a Earth Leaf)

(Leaf's POV)

I'm the last leaves of Fall, clinging to the dying branches of an Oak tree. I'm clinging on with no survival, I know winter will soon follow and take over. I have no choice but to fall.  Yet, just to be stepped on, crunched into little bits of nothingness. 

I am only compost in the ground. Soon enough, I will be buried under bone crushing snow and ice for many months. I will be bitter like the January wind. I will be nothing, until spring begins. 

I will only wait...

-signed by: L.T. Dann-

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