Not now. Although I was once a green leaf, I didn't just fall from the tree of love; I was stepped on many times. I have no complaints against you; even your footsteps over me Carried the same sense of love I felt Months ago. I felt a hollow sadness when an unknown smell stepped over me. I always loved the dainty drops of rain. I remember the drops touching my tail, where I used to swing up and down, followed by a velvety wind pulling me left and right. This time, the touch of those many dainty drops felt like a strike. This time I wasn’t swinging, and even that velvety wind forgot to pull me. When I was on that tree, I loved every catastrophe, but now it is all different, all new. Not even the great sun was able to fade the darkness I felt. I wanted to apologize to all living beings because I could no longer give them their breath. Slowly, I felt I was losing my eyesight; everything was turning dark. Yet, even with no sight at all, the darkness in front of my eyes felt a hundred times less dark than the darkness inside me. Time Passed A slow brightness appeared in front of my eyes. My first glance found a bird near me. I felt the velvety wind pulling me left and right again. I felt brighter inside. I felt the breeze and saw the green leaves all around me. I noticed a puddle on a leaf close to me and felt numb; my color was now brown and tan, no longer the soft, smooth green I once was. I never imagined time could flow this fast. In the distance, I See many trees of love, but I cannot take the risk. If I fall this time, I am not "green" enough to hold myself together; I would be fragmented. I am lost now; even those left-and-right movements aren’t joyful to me. It isn't that I Have ran out of tears, but the "me" inside me stops them from Falling because it knows even the smallest drop of a tear would make heavy enough to unplug me from my place, leaving no existence of me behind.