A new tale...
written in blackberry ink...
It was a hot summer day... the sun was scorching the fields,
but the forest was welcoming and silent... No breeze to dance with the leaves... no songs from the birds... just silence...
It seemed a bit like a frozen forest, but without the ice...
Knick.. knack... The silence is broken... Who is wandering in the forest?
And... Who asks the question?
Soon the leaves start to move and their shadows dance on the forest floor... they play with the sun and seem to chase each other...
A gentle wind is swaying the branches... making intricate patterns with the shadows...
Knick... knack... Who is wandering in the forest?
Hmm... Looking for blackberries? (asked the wind while playing with the little girls hair)
You're back... (smiled the little girl looking at the moving branches)
Her hands were stained and there were some traces on her attire too... purple traces...
How do you know about the blackberries? (asked now the curious girl)
Well... your attire and hands tell a story... Every line is written in the bright and dark purple stains from the blackberries...
(continued the wind)
Another story?... The story of blackberries? (the little girl seemed to like the idea of new tale)
Hahaha... there are so many stories... (laughed the wind)
The story of autumn was lovely... Will you tell me a new story? (asked the girl)
Continued from When fireflies dance...
A new tale...
written in blackberry ink...
It was a hot summer day... the sun was scorching the fields,
but the forest was welcoming and silent... No breeze to dance with the leaves... no songs from the birds... just silence...
It seemed a bit like a frozen forest, but without the ice...
Knick.. knack... The silence is broken... Who is wandering in the forest?
And... Who asks the question?
Soon the leaves start to move and their shadows dance on the forest floor... they play with the sun and seem to chase each other...
A gentle wind is swaying the branches... making intricate patterns with the shadows...
Knick... knack... Who is wandering in the forest?
Hmm... Looking for blackberries? (asked the wind while playing with the little girls hair)
You're back... (smiled the little girl looking at the moving branches)
Her hands were stained and there were some traces on her attire too... purple traces...
How do you know about the blackberries? (asked now the curious girl)
Well... your attire and hands tell a story... Every line is written in the bright and dark purple stains from the blackberries...
(continued the wind)
Another story?... The story of blackberries? (the little girl seemed to like the idea of new tale)
Hahaha... there are so many stories... (laughed the wind)
The story of autumn was lovely... Will you tell me a new story? (asked the girl)
Continued from When fireflies dance...