It was decayed at the edges.
It was blown by the wind.

When I was ten years old I used to shut my eyes in the winter on purpose and fancy a green leaf, bright, with veins on it, and the sun shining.

I used to open my eyes and not believe them, because it was very nice, and I used to shut them again." "What's that?
An allegory ?" "N-no...

why?
I'm not speaking of an allegory, but of a leaf, only a leaf.

The leaf is good.