Leaves

There is a place not far from here, where streets are never seen. Where the sun rises in the West and sets in the East, and on the trees, little brown leaves hang from their branches, never seen. As they swing to the tune of the wind passing through the other trees. and the tiny screams of  the leaves that have passed… crunch, snap, whoosh. Another leaf falls to join the others on the cold unforgiving ground. While the leaves still stuck on the trees stare from above, with a smile, most unpleasant, plastered on their faces. Waiting for their turn to join the others on that street that is never seen and where the sun will always rise in the West and set in the East. Waiting…