Gentle Rain & Dewy Skies

Treetops approach me as I glide downwards from the heavens. Thick and dark are these giants of the earth. The air is cold and dewey but I am warmed by the embrace of rich green leaves passing me to their brethren. Dripping down I pool up upon the tip of my new companions until I am free falling yet again to meet another. How kind and giving are the leaves of the trees! When the final leaf leaves my grasp at last I see the soft brown soil that will become my new home.