A Garland of Leaves

Walking through a hazy fog

I came across a garland of leaves

It may be small but

Its beauty is like no other

As I bend to pick it up

A wind of perfect calm and peace

blows through my hair

Making it flow across my vision for a moment

The leaves themselves

Are light brown

And the haze gives them a beautiful shine

In my hand they feel like engraved silk

Smooth

But with bumps where they had been decorated

I could not help but lift it to my nose

It smells of pine and cedar

And of earth and grass

When it moves it makes a sound like crinkling paper

And when the wind blows

It whistles a restful tune

As I stand spellbound by its beauty

The world begins to fade

And as I put the garland into my hair

The air whispers

and everything goes dark

As the garland takes me home again