Foliage
...sitioning themselves into different, flowing rivers of glistening colors. Leaves, race, roll, and run before the wind dies down. Suddenly all is quiet. The leaf still hangs on as the sun sinks lower in the brilliant autumn sky. Partially stark, gray branches reach toward the sky as if grabbing onto the wind and pulling it down. The treetop grabs a breeze, growing stronger as it circulates downward and entwines itself among the braches. Faster and harder it blows and nears the leaf. Within seconds it reaches the leaf and with one overpowering gust, it rips the leaf off the tree. The leaf flutters and is suspended in the air, whirling and swirling in its place. As the wind dies, the leaf slowly sways back and forth beginning its descent. Spinning and twirling, it falls earthward, its br...