Like soldiers they cling to the sturdy structure that has supported them for so long. The lucky have held on long enough to achieve their blood red finale. Others fell. Green, perhaps envious of those who naturally had more shelter and protection from the battering winds. One’s life ambition is to contribute to the full amazing colour show that is the seasons.

However, the ones without such strength do not die a shameful death, instead they heap in soft piles of fun. The leaves have such potential for so many games in the gleeful eyes of infants. Then they wait for the other’s to join them until the last has fallen.

Finally after witnessing so much in their lifetimes, they hand themselves back to the mother earth. Their nutrients guarantee many generations to come.

And so the circle of life continues.