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Autumn leaves crumble and wither into the ground when the air changes.
The whole world changes colours and all.
Each tree has so many leaves.
How can one leaf be so significant,
when their is a billion other trees with another billion more leaves
that fall and float to the earth to decay and recycle into the ground.
Day after day. Year after year.
never to be found. Do you sleep sound, knowing our world is round.
A cycle of natural selection.
Forest fires. Deforestation. brings leaves off the trees.
They never stood a chance. Caught in a blaze.
Vaporized in the heat of the fire.
The lucky ones are the ones that touch the ground. 
Never to be found. Disappear into the earth sleeping sound.
The fortunate will fall into smelted gold. Forever bright and bold.
The randomized unlucky ones will burn up before growing old.
Be the leaf.
break away from the trees and trust where the wind leads.
The moment you break free. The decay timer ticks.
Grateful are those who got a head start in the race to death.
Created to be destroyed.
Born to grow old and rot.
Safe journey to the ground.
Inevitable.
One day we all will be sleeping sound.
From trees to trees.
leaves to leaves.
ashes to ashes.
dust to dust.
Leaves are really no different from us.