I wish they'd left me someplace where I could see the sky in the summer. Even in the winter, it's mostly branches. The winter is hard sometimes but I don't feel too much.
They could have left me in the water; some of us fell in the water and I don't know what became of them. Most of us fell on land. The only one near me is over by the rock, and it's been a long time since I could get his attention. Of course, it's been years since I tried.
They could have left me face-down. That would have been bad. Things could be a lot worse. I wouldn't want to be in the water.
The spring and summer are nice. The animals all come by and the green-gold light through the leaves is beautiful. One of these years the rotting leaves will cover what's left of me. I'll miss the light.