A bright spring morning shines on my skin as I grow. The warmth feels nice. A gentle breeze passes by. The day is beautiful as I grow to [[maturity]].Reaching full size in a few gorgeous days was uplifting. This feeling is so amazing. I want to live a long life. A light rain [[begins.]]The cool water hits my skin as I watch animals take shelter underneath my tree. I wonder how it feels to be able to choose where you go. The rain picks up and a [[strong breeze]] blows throughI'm being violently shaken and thrown about. It is hard to hold onto my tree. [[My grip is getting weak|lost]] but I think I can [[hold on|home]].I'm flying through the air as the storm rages on. I've lost everything I ever knew. The wind is still throwing me around with what feels like malicious intent. I'm slammed into a fence where I'm [[stuck]]. I hold on as the wind continues its rampage. Slowly I can feel the storm losing its momentum and dying down. I watched many of my other leaves get flung about and lost in the wind. [[The sun peaks through the clouds|over]].At least I am no longer being blown around at random and the storm feels as though it is losing its strength. I can feel myself start to fall to the ground as the sun peaks out from behind the [[clouds|away]].With the storm over, the sun begins to set. Many animals are returning home. I almost lost my home. I am thankful to have been able to [[hold on]].The ground is hard and wet. The sun starts to set and the temperature begins to drop. Losing my home and freezing on the cold, wet ground is draining. I can feel myself [[aging]] exponetially faster.My life can continue on and be full of joy and wonder once more. A deer passes slowly with more behind it. There are a few small fawn mixed into the herd. One stops and [[sniffs me]].My once beautiful green skin is slowly turning orange and brown. I never got to live that long life I wanted. Now I will become [[food]] for those that need it at least.Although I lose my life, I am happy that I get to contribute to others and allow them to live. I'm glad my life doesn't end in vain. The moist warmth of its breath is one of the best feelings, but I think it plans to do a little more than just smell me. It opens it mouth and starts to take a bite. This is the life of a leaf. At least I will be [[eaten|food]] by an adorable fawn and help it along its journey.