The leaves tumble down the path.
Whoosh, whoosh, they whisper.
The raindrops drip from the puffy clouds.
Drip, drip, they murmur.
The acorns fall from water-laden trees.
Plick, plock, they giggle.
The paper crumples as your fist tightens around it.
Crinkle, crackle, it groans.
The paper bounces down the path.
Now you're free.