Its branches spread far out across the little stream.
Its leaves looked down into the flashing water.
There, when the sun shone brightly, they saw leaves looking up at them.
They called these “water leaves.”
The little tree leaves wished to go to the water leaves.
Many of them had already fluttered down.
But one leaf, very young, could not let go her hold of the twig.
At last a raging wind tore away the little leaf.