The carbon you are made up of.

A teak leaf fallen on the ground like this may be different experiences for different people. Some may see it as a mark of autumn. For some it may be gravity. Few would get into the decay chemistry leading to soil formation. It may remind many of their separation with a loved one. 

Then there are few who can hear the sound of the fall on the earth, of the wind blowing on the leaf and the leaf hugging those blue and red and green pebbles.  Those who can see the beauty of the veins playing modern art on a yellow canvas. Those who will pick it up, talk to it, smile and then set it free to fly with the wind. 

Those who know it belongs to the earth. It is the earth. So are we.