Its final resting place was an ordinary field in the heart of a vast country. It came to rest near the lonely tree after an usually strong summer storm. Visions of a sterile plant, being crammed with others, and loaded in a truck, were its earliest memories. The height of its life was being chosen to aide, loaded with goods, and hauled to a home. Shortly after, it was emptied again and packed with others like it, although not as neat this time. Chosen a second time, only to learn of its fate as a doggie poo bag, it leaped into the wind, trying a daring escape. It found itself flying with the wind, free to roam, and feeling alive. Out of the city, and into the vast warm and wet night it went. Tired from the long journey, it fell asleep and dreamed of its new life. Awoken by the sound of birds and the feel of the sun, it wondered if this was paradise. Determining it was a brief stop in its new life, it now waits for its next adventure. Its next storm.