Looking out of the window got me thinking..

I’d really, really, hate to be a leaf. You’re attached to a twig and all you do is swing back and forth in the breeze, you have no control over it. And you have no cover from the rain, unless you’re underneath a whole lot of other leaves, which blocks the sunlight. The only good part of being a leaf is the drop from the twig to the floor, but when this happens you can’t just be happy that you’re falling because you know as soon as you hit the ground you’ve only got a certain amount of time left to live ;/