Changing Seasons

I watched as you fell reluctantly, yet gracefully to the ground below.
How sad it must be for you, to know that your death, although immanent, has no real effect on those around you.
The wind scooped you up in it's embrace and danced you merrily around the sidewalk.
You danced for a good five minutes. I know because I watched until the breeze calmed and placed you back on the pavement, just as it had found you.
Untouched. Almost. So beautiful. So sad.