At the end of the autumn season, the old tree was only a leaf left on its branch. Berga One night the tree said to the leaf: I wish I was by my I only have you only When the leaf of the tree saw it, I died from God To be here The leaves in the backyard of the night he said to God Unaware that one corner of the wind was saying The wind came with a laugh, "What do you say? The tree stuck and clinging until the wind went to the rain. Baron said it was burning with thunderstorms to the root until other exemplary works of the tree and the breeze but my rain was defeated in this game The rain came to the point where the rain wished it. Was separated from God
