The leaf fell silently into the soothing swirl of the stream.

It slowly whirled its ghostly time lapse dance in its watery grave as though in a trance.

Pale green in Spring, it unfurled, viridescent beneath the bright summer sunshine.

When autumn came it withered gold, old and wrinkled, tired, brown.

It rustled quietly in the cool morning sunlight, detached, and it fell down.