Our Little Friends - LF2021

We are little buds glistening in the warming sun, threats of frost and ice we abhor: it is a challenging time for us. As the threats reside; rain is welcomed as we grow larger and provide the life for our host while breathing in and breathing out. Providing a safe place for our friends and foes alike. Those fluttering friends are such a delight keeping us mostly whole to provide. We watch, sway, and hold tight during the blustery thunderstorms; knowing there is a greater purpose. We give shade, shelter, home, and food to those that notice us. In the fall we are tired and our host is tired of us. Once so green in the spring we are now glorious colors of red and orange waiting to turn brown and become this years Leaves that are the Legends of the Fall.

The End

a reply to: Onlyyouknow

Wow, that was beautiful prose. To imagine the impressions of a plant and their generations. Impressive!

I would like to reshape the way in which your story is presented, to make it more of a poem. It is really very special. ;o)

a reply to: argentus

Thanks! Please feel free to rewrite however you like- it would be an honor.

a reply to: Onlyyouknow

Sweet and real. Nice.

a reply to: Onlyyouknow

That's where my mind went also when I read the theme.
Of course, you worded it very well.