A leaf falls quietly from a tree not making a sound. It knows not where it will land. The wind carries it to unknown places.
A falling leaf can fall and join other leaves. It will be raked, blown, or swept away. I prefer to be a lone leaf and fall out of sight.
A falling leaf fell on me and I picked it up. I admired the beauty of its colors. I thought it must be a special leaf, a leaf trying to communicate with me.
I feel like a falling leaf. I know not what direction I will fall. I will blow in the wind and go wherever the wind takes me. I have become a falling leaf these past few years.
Although I am a falling leaf there is hope, I haven't lost my beautiful colors.