it was once upon a little there had always lived a very tiny green leaf in the little heart of a little sprawling oak tree as he was always called Pip such as Pip wasn’t always like the other leaves but then he was always very small, timid, and he was small, timid,and as very often as he had always found himself always drifting all the way from the very main branch and he was always gazing all the way down at the world that was below him now it was always one autumn day there was always a very strong gust of some wind had always roared all the way through the forest as the other leaves had always been seasoned and very sturdy that they had always held very tight but then Pip was always being so small and very light that he was always been swept all away that he had always tumbled all the way through the air with a little dizzying dance of some green bushes that it was always against a little canvas and then he had always landed with a little soft thud on the most cool damp earth as where the world had always felt vast and unfamiliar such as he had always lay there as very overwhelmed as he was always been watching all over the other leaves were always turning brown and brittle as slowly as they were on their branches all above him now he was always with the little golden sun which it had always been his friend as it had always felt very distant and cold as now as Pip had always felt very lonely that he had always missed the most familiar to feel of the branch with the little bit of some warmth of the sun was always filtering all the way through the leaves that he was always alone with a very tiny speck of some green was always in a sea of some brown such as the little days had always turned into some little weeks where Pip had always started to change wher he had always felt the little earth was always embracing him with the rain was always washing all over him and then it was the little sun’s little gentle touch was even more from below him as that he had always saw the very tiny insects that they had always scurried all the way across him with the most delicate patterns of some frost that they had always formed on him in the mornings and the most slow movement was always very steady and very decomposition that it was always beginning to happen that he had always realised that he wasn’t always alone as truly as the little earth was his new home that he was always part of a even more cycle was always a little continuous flow with his vibrant green had always started to fade now as he was always turning into some little shades of yellow, then orange,and then it was always a very rich dark brown as finally as one day there was a very tiny seed was always been carried by the wind as it had always settled all the way near Pip is which the little seed had always found a little shelter in Pip’s declaying remains that Pip was always in his final stage of transformation had always felt of some fulfillment where he was always no longer just Pip the little leaf as he was always the part of something was even more bigger as now as it was a little promise of his new life and it was so on the little leaf who had always felt a little lost and lonely had always became a little nourishing part of the very big forest floor was always helping a very new tree to grow and it was always understanding that it was even more that there is always a new beginning in the end