The leaves were beautiful.
The gentle breeze pushed them swiftly.
There was a subtle beauty in the silent dance between them.
Some leaves, full of life, radiating the full green of life, held on tightly to the branches.
The branches gave them life to fight against the breeze.
Some leaves, dying slowly, illuminating hues of orange and yellow, held on to the branches.
They knew they were meeting their end soon.
They had no care.
They danced freely.
They danced wildly.
They danced with no fear of the end that awaited them.
They were ready to embrace the pending drift to the ground below.
The ground where their friends had fallen.
The ground where humans trampled and dogs trotted.
They were ready for Death.
But they refused to meet her in misery.
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