Autumn Lakeby
Penny LaneComment by K3Master: As it floated there, in that time and space unmoving, it lamented its place in life, and pondered the inevitability of death.
It floated along, as if on glass, so slowly that not even the most observant creature of the woods would mark its passing, but as surely as the tide wears down the cliff-side, it moved.
It remembered its time among its brethren, there on the tree of its birth. It remembered the winds and the rains. It remembered the laughter when they all were green. It remembered the joy when they had all began to shift in color and wore their new coats proudly. It remembered the sorrows of watching as one by one his friends and companions all let go of their perch in the cooler days, and drifted off to the ground, towards a fate none knew.
Then his own day had come, and a breeze had caught him, and had taken him far from that place, so he was denied a reunion on the forest floor. Denied and sent to float on this accursed and silent water.
He missed them all so dearly. He wished he had never began as bud, for what was the joy of life if it was ripped so unceremoniously from you? Such were his thoughts as he continued his agonizingly slow journey towards whatever end fate had wrote him.
So it was that his journey came to an end one day, and he bumped against a distant shore, and was suddenly scooped from the water with a cry of joy from a human child. Thus it was that he found himself borne from that place to another, while being gently placed among pages of wax and paper along the way. He found himself suddenly thin, and shapely and feeling vigorous as of old, and when they reached their destination he was incorporated, with others, into a grand montage, and hung high on a wall for all to see.
And so from out of despair came a renewed sense of being, and hope, and joy, and he learned in that time that perhaps not all fates had to end in sorrow.
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