I was walking down the street one day,
when all at once, a leaf just wafted by
and adopted me.
There it lay, a spot of bright red-gold:
Nature smiling in a dusty, busy city
on a blazing summer mid-morning.
I carried it along some way,
and while I waited for a friend to arrive
scribbled a few nothings onto it
before giving it away--
a gift to be treasured,
tucked away as a memory --
of a rendezvous with nature;
of fond friendships;
of an ordinary day;
that lives on in extraordinary ways--
a leaf in another's book of life: ...greying, crumbling, resting from its vagabond ways...
so beautiful. especially love the line - 'of an ordinary day, that lives on in extraordinary ways'.
ReplyDeletereminds me of ranchi, picking up peelal leaves and pressing them in a book till only the veins remained. painting over them and making it a gift for someone. :)
Oh yes--those cards used to be fabulous--and of course the shape of the peepal leaf provided just the right amount of space to paint! What simple, wonderful gifts we used to make:)
ReplyDeletewow, we are a talented lot! ;) ;)
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