I picked up a leaf today. It was old, discoloured and beat up, but it still had enough fight left to tell me a story…
She sprouted from the big tree a few hours before Frank, her leaf mate. They grew up right next to each other as the birds sat on the big tree. She and Frank loved singing with the birds.
They grew to full size, still singing and loving it. Nothing could come between them, until one fateful day when another leaf sprouted between them. This new leaf hated life and only thought of himself.
She and Frank had to leave the big tree. Together they jumped, but a gust of wind caught Frank and blew him far away.
That was a week ago. There’s very little chance he survived this long.
I decided to put the leaf down, but I want to help her find Frank.