This is God's world, and the leaves of the tree can complain and lament as they dance in the wind and breeze that they wish to be free to wander, but should they, they are already dead and under the whim of the wind. Let the leaf be grateful for the twig, the twig for the branch, the branch for the trunk, the trunk its roots, the roots and trunk the seed, and the seed for the earth's womb and the nurturing sky.
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