Several leaves of the pad lay scattered around.

A few large brown leaves lay at her feet, borne thither by some eddying wind from the trees behind.

Dead leaves from years that knew nothing but winter lay in piles beneath a crumbling stone wall.

A few yellow leaves lay at her feet.

A leaf lay at the foot of the stump.

Everywhere the brown leaves lay scattered; many scarlet hips stood upon the hedge beside the wood.

Their leaves rustled together in the faint breeze; beyond them lay the naked desert.

Fallen leaves lay thick upon the ground, like soldiers after some great slaughter.

All the leaves are laying on the ground.

The dead leaf lay on the forest floor, its edges curled up.