As a cool wind stroked the still lush green grass, gently caressing the frail little flowers clinging to their stems, Fall came. 'No... It can not be time yet?' She pleaded, looking around her self. There was still so much to be done. 'It is. Come sister, you have worked hard and it is your time to rest..' Slowly he led her away, and as her tears fell so fell the first leaves, declaring the passing of Seasons.