A group of a million,or a million groups of one each?

Scampering,

in ignorance,of the world around,

with insolence,prepared to judge any unfamiliar face,

while indolent,to try to know for sure,

and with utmost arrogance,

lurking within each heart...

A stormy sea of egocentric individuals,

rushing to their lonely havens,

returning from their lonely office tracks,

with sports shoes worn-out,and not a pair of slippers from another...

.

Among the million of thick green leaves,

swaying,in every own rhythm,

upon a broad oak tree,

a speck of a single yellow leaf struggles to keep grasp on its branch.

One more change in the flow of wind,

and down it fell...through the patches of holes in in the otherwise full-green canopy.

Gliding...Spiralling,losing its way,

leaving behind the thick mess of leaves.

.

It then hit the ground,

settling upon a layer of two million leaves;

all forgotten,

all hidden,

beneath the shadows cast by the canopy,

each lay in silent torture,

dying...and awaiting its fate

to be trampled upon by the silent rustlings of hidden beings...

creeping as ghouls,

smashing every brittle leaf in the pile of spare parts.

...

Every leaf awaiting its lonely fate.

While the bright-green layer of leaves continue to sway above,

.

in every random direction...