The wind pounds the leaves, tearing them from their homes. Fear carries them from the tree they once knew to the cold cement.
There they’d be trampled, abused, and broken. Children crushing them for fun as adults sweep them away with the dirt.
The wind gave the little leaves freedom but left them with a fowl curse. With that freedom came certain death upon the horizon. Is this what freedom gets you?
Even we’re partially to blame, abusing our nature and building up fear. What if we saw those leaves as human? Would we feel remorse?
Probably not. That’s just our nature after all.