The scorched leaf detaches and falls at the center of where it all began: to a place where it truly belongs.

It breaks away from all that held it back, from all that kept it rooted to dormancy. It breaks away and escapes the mortal world and makes its way to a place of eternal dwelling.

Dust and sand now embrace it as if celebrating the return of the prodigal son.

While back in the mortal world, its memory is washed away with each seasonal mourn.They leave scars stamped across its face. Some ignore its presence and for others it merely ceases to exist.

Scorched and scarred, it lies at the doorway through which it entered this short lived fantasy. Memories of the day when the universe maneuvered every act to bring it into existence is fading away.

It lies alone and desolate, waiting to be washed away into non existence; waiting to be buried into an eternal sleep of blissful peace.