The leaves trembled yet the tree stood still, roots deeply planted in the ground, searching deep and wide for a hidden stream of water in the earth.

Leaves trembled, though the air was silent. Not so much as a whisper of a breeze could be heard nor felt.

Leaves trembled, while the birds that came to nest and feed flittered through their movements with abandon, unaware of any incoming.

Leaves trembled, but he earth was centred and calm in the wake of a new dawn.

Leaves trembled, and the caterpillars and insects that munched upon their leaves continued on as if nothing was out of order.

Leaves trembled, yet the possums curled up in their hollows and rested in the warmth of the day.

Leaves trembled. They didn’t know why but they could feel something was coming, something big. Suddenly their trembling was actually met by a gust of wind. The others felt it too. Roots stretched deeper into soil, claws gripped onto leaves, feet dug themselves into bark. The earth expanded slightly. And then the winds came.

Leaves trembled so much they forgot to hold onto the tree. They fell upwards into a swirling dance as the winds carried them high into the sky. Below the water followed the winds, and soon barely a branch could be seen poking above the flooded plains.

Leaves trembled with an excitement they hadn’t known, even as they quietly mourned those who had fallen awash.

Leaves trembled as clouds eased and they flew on gushes of wind in shifting patterns like birds riding an updraft.

Breeze eased as leaves gently flittered downwards, a sinking swarm of gossamer wings floating to the ground.

Leaves’ tremble settled as the earth reached out with warm welcome. A pristine garden of all the natural delights one could muster.

Rainbows of flowers that opened their petals with peacock pride.

A symphony of bird calls, whistles, trumpets, piccolos, and sadly, a tuba.

A circus explosion of glistening fruits, juggling themselves in the trees.

Children whose words tinkled from their lips in pastel butterfly wings that smelt like musk.

Water cascading down rocks with the effervescent cheer of Champaign.

Grass lying lushly upon itself in great carpets under the sun.

And other creatures of the world yawning, stretching, eating, sleeping, crawling, play-fighting, swimming, flying, dreaming, basking, and mostly just being.

Leaves nestled deep into the garden floor, allowing themselves to dissolve into their new home and merge into the next glorious part of their journey.