War

          As I sat down in my spot, I realized a battle had just begun in front of me. The wind against the leaves. The leaves had no chance of winning; this was no war, but an attack. An attack on a helpless victim.

          The wind rolled in waves, howling past the leaves. Starting with a fierce battle cry and ending with a quiet murmur, the wind collided with the dead leaves in the canopy above. This caused them to crash into one another. rustling is the crying of  leaves being slaughtered. A strategy was being carried out. After the violent attack, a period of stillness followed. This was a rest for the wind, but a period of death for the leaves, as they fell from their branches. Each leaf sounded like a crumpling piece of paper as it hit the ground.

          In the end, the wind, with its raging howl, will devastate leaves. The  leaves will all gently crash onto the ground, however they will not completely die. They will create music on the ground, in their second life. The wind will clean up the mess it created, and blow the leaves to make music.

~ William Hunt