The Whispering Leaf
I remember as if it was yesterday
which it was I was opened my eyes
to stop the fire, and that is when I
seen the leaf fairy. It was a solid
brown fairy that was able to blend
with the tree and leaves, a solid brown
fairy that is able to blend in with the
trees and leaves, I bend down to pick a
purple leaf off the ground. I pick the
purple leaf off the ground with both
hands only to hear it say “put me down”
and I ask the question “who said that”
looking around for somebody else but
there was no one, and then I hear
“in your hands”. So I open my hands
and see the leaf fairy while I was saying
that “I was sorry but I have never seen a
purple leaf before” she said that “it was OK”
and then she told me that “most people never
pay attention to something beautiful they just
break it apart to keep it as a souvenir killing
us leaf fairies, and then there is you one who
is with nature”. So that is when I decided to
take a picture of the purple leaf fairy before
taking a deep breath of air and letting it go,
so it can be free once more so I can sit here
once more and connect with nature once
more to hear the whispering leaf once more.
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