After the Fall

The last leaf of my backyard tree, rotated and floated while falling on the ground as and when, it broke from the branch. It mingled with the pile, of the dried garden grass , disintegrating apart, its everything, then into a raw ball. With the elements galore the moisture more and more, with organics of choice, it made a fertile bed that was of soft soil. Then again, the first leaf from its seed fluttered and bloated, while sprouting out near the same branch.