A Leaf

I would fly around the neighborhood. I would turn into different colors in the fall. People would pick me up for an art project to draw a leaf.  If I died I would just be pieces of junk, but soon I would change into soil and minerals and soon I wouldn’t have the same life, and I would feel roots and water. I would have a much different life underground, so now I’d adapt to live underground. I would be fertilized. I would be a cycle.


Una hoja

Yo volaría alrededor del barrio. Me convertiría en colores differentes en el otoño. La gente me levantaría para un proyecto de arte de dibujar una hoja. Si muriera, solo sería pedazos de basura pero pronto me convertiría en tierra y minerales y pronto no tendría la misma vida, y sentiría raices y agua. Tendría una vida muy differente debajo de la tierra, asi que me adaptaria a vivir debajo de la tierra. Estaría fertilizado. Sería un ciclo.

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