I can vividly remember the day I was born. I came into the world and instantly made an impact. My skin had a green hue and I had the fragrance of spring.
As I aged in the passing weeks, I began to uncurl out of my position and spread my beautiful body out to its full extent, watching as the morning dew caught on my edges before the wind shook it off and it was eternally gone.
I watched the sun rise every morning, and I heard the birds' serenade. I watched the sun set every evening and it was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen in my short life, the vibrant colours slowly fading into the darkness. It was in these evenings I over-thought life, and how eventually the darkness swallows everything.
The days became colder, the howling wind was harsher, and the sun vanished too soon. The darkness was coming too soon.
I watched in despair as my friends all around me shrivelled up and fell to the ground, taking on a dreadful shade of brown. I could almost imagine it was the darkness itself, poisoning everything.
I started to come to a conclusion, but I was taken too soon. I was subjected to being stomped on, prodded with sharp bristles and being squashed into compact spaces. I was scarcely alive, and I had no doubt that the annual visitor had arrived- I believe they call it Autumn.