The cold wind whistles and howls in the night as I try to cling on to the branches of the big Oak tree, I watch as my brothers and sisters get blown away never to be see again.

All a leaf like me dreams of is living out our lives on our ancient tree, seeing in all 4 seasons and then departing in the midst of winter to float around contently until finally we fall gently to the ground.

Being blown from our branches is not the way for a leaf. It will not be my way!

Another gust of wind and I nearly fall but no need to worry, i think the wind might start to settle and the sun will rise ushering in a brand new day for me the little green Oak leaf.

The wind slows and the cold grows less I think the storm is over now and those that remain could rejoice but when night comes again another storm will follow.

I watch the children who come up to the tree, the talk of the highest branches and which one could get there.

They all attempt to get as high as they can but when one boy reaches my branch night begins to fall and the wind began to whistle.

A gust of wind pushes the boy from the tree, as he falls he grabs onto me and off my branch I come as we fall to the ground.

The wind continues to howl and the rain begins to pour I’m being blown over the hills and far away from my colossal Oak tree.

I see fellow leaves like me some of Oak, some of Birch , Ash and Maples few. I think I might have even seen Willow too.

The sky is dark and the moon is bright, the rain is wet and the wind is cold. I pass over rooftops and rivers.

Will I ever be able to lay upon the ground or back in my tree? Or will I be jumped in by children so small or maybe I’m just destined to float for the rest of my days?

Finally the sun comes up and the wind dies down and finally I float on a branch. I look up and down and smile with glee I’m only back at my beloved Oak tree