Leaves fall...free flying; having the last flight and landing safely with their own buddies. They cling together and share the warmth. No no..they don't lie cold and withered; old and tattered. They outshine pretty warm lovely colours, red, brown sandy and mingle with the soil.
The fact is, all the shedders are together and together they celebrate their happy ending life. I am afraid we don't feel the same. Celebrating life is lost...gone.
I wish I was a tree...

- Weaving bird