I am a leaf on the wind. My destination relies on the whim of those far greater than my dry, shriveling self. I float through the air without a care, because I fear what caring may bring me. The world is vast, a pot of boiling storms and hungry beasts; I know not where I go, but fear where I may be.
I was once apart of something great. I was vibrant and green, with many brothers and sisters to provide me with comfort against the horizon. I had a body, a soul that provided me with nourishment when the rays of hope would fade away. It was more than a family - it was more than the universe itself.
The storm struck down my home, ripping me from all I knew. I drifted away for many days, until the cold became to much to handle. I began to curl up to hide away the cold, to reach my body towards the food from the heavens. Each day goes by and I am left more famished than the last. I long for my home, but I have no control. I have but one choice; to embrace the path set before me. I am a leaf on the wind, watch how I soar.
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