The Journey of Autumn's Leaf

An Autumn leaf's journey starts when it changes from that rich emerald green to the transparent and yet dark golden colour. When its attachment to the tree becomes weaker, and the idea of the unknown becomes closer and closer. 

Her leaf's journey started when it was asked to dance by the wind. When the twig gave up on holding to it, and let it free.  

The leaf danced and danced, she watched it going up and down.  Around the street lamp with the low notes she hears, and above the trees when a high note is bound.  

The leaf had no limits, it loved the journey with its friend. Golden in colour it more became, accross the sky, it was a shiny spot, passed through the sunrays and the golden notes... 

Thinner and transparent it became, and the wind, it's friend slowed down to lay it softly on the ground... The leaf rested on its final spot, kissed the dancing friend and asked to be scattered. It's journey of freedom is at its end... The wind carried the silent golden pieces back to where they started their dance.  Touching its tip and kissing its veins, lifted the pieces to their final heights and disappeared...

She pushed the ground with her feet, her swing took her up to catch one of the golden pieces.  Gently she placed it on one of the pages of her old hand written book.  A tear dropped next to the piece as if to accompany it.  She closed her book, then kissed the wind and whispered a song.

The wind came back, played with her hair, and pulled her dress... It pushed her around, and the girl obliged, they danced and danced, with every step, some words were sang, some notes were high, some notes were low... Some words were silent, yet they were heard..  Salut, they said to the golden leaf, to the way it danced, the way it shined, and the way it traveled.