The end of Life

The end of Life
The end of life, it was a good one; I have lived it to the end. Yes, what a life it was, then the wind and the rain, oh how I loved the rain. Cooling to the touch, washing of the dust and such the there was the wind that blew me around to dry me off, oh how I enjoyed my life.
Eventually I knew that it would come to an end I thought that maybe, just maybe I could have enjoyed life a little longer. I now just hang here waiting on the next strong wind to come by and whisk me away. At least I am not lying the on the ground where people can walk all over me, as my friends and neighbors are, laying there turning a deep brown. Oh what a life I had, I cannot complain as I said laying there on the ground are my friends neighbors obvious they did not last as long.
One of the things that I will miss the most is that old squirrel that would come by and gather up his breakfast a peach or two. Then out nowhere came this old man who would just sit there for hours, I guess he enjoyed the wind too or should I say the breeze. What a life it was hanging here amongst all these friends and neighbors of mine oh well life comes and goes. I wonder how long that old man will hang around.