Little leaf sighed a contented sigh as the last of her skin turned to brown. The softening amber sunlight pulled the blankets of night closer as the edges of the autumn air grew sharp and cold. She’d had a green and pleasant summer, was happy with her work, and accepted with grace that it was over and that things must move on. She yawned gently and pulled the sides of her body inwards, edges crackling slightly as she curled up to rest, and let go.