Post by siar on Aug 12, 2013 7:12:36 GMT
Heh. I wrote it and put it on my DA. I plan to illustrate it or have someone do it...soon as I can bring the vision from my head to my tongue and someone's fingers and maybe try to have it made into a tiny book for my dolls.
The Leaf that loved the Southern Wind
written by
Siar
Created in response to listening to Rajaton's "Dobbins Flowery Vale" and Mikki Miles' "Windchild"
Long ago, in a great forest, there lived a little leaf on a great tree.. She was nothing but a bud on a branch when she felt his first touch. Soft and warm, he brought exotic scents and merry sounds with him. She unfurled to find the Southern Wind waiting near with a smile. Her first shy hello met with an ever wider smile as he circled around her with a bright, inviting gaze. He would leave of course, winds had much to do. There was laundry to dry, pollen to spread, scents and seeds to carry and the occasional storm came along for the ride. Every time he came he brought the warmth of the south with him. When he left she would wait and yearn for him to come back. The heat sustained her , changed her with every touch. This little leaf had a great love for the Southern Wind. Perhaps it was a foolish love for she was but a leaf and couldn't travel as he did.
When the seasons changed, the wind became cold. They had argued. He brushed by her, shaking her…. pushing her away. He would demand she go with him on his journeys.
" Come see the lands I see….." he would say.
Always she would cling fast to home trembling with fear, and afraid to leave her brothers and sisters. Her refusal always brought the same. He would leave in a sad angry huff. She withered and died a little every time and changed even more . Next time he came, she wore bright red finery of fall. Shining in hopes of changing his mind, wanting him to stay and live with her in the great forest. And he came indeed. He brought the passionate heat of the south. Surrounded her. Filled her with all consuming heat. He told her of the many lands he had seen as he caressed her, held her in his warmth. She listened and tried to see them through his eyes as she lay complacent in his embrace. She could smell the spices and hear the music. The sounds of voices and animals she had never seen, tantalized her imagination.
She knew he would ask again. He waited until she was nearly drowsy, and watched for when she had changed yet again. Now she was wearing the faded red . She gave in and let go of her brothers and sisters to let him take her. Floating, dancing lower and lower, he carried her into a dream…a haze of sensation and pleasure . Turning over and over he drew her away. She saw them…the lands, the people, the animals. she found herself surrounded by the scents of the spices, foreign perfumes, and the heat of the sun like never before. She felt the North Wind's cold touch as she passed with a haughty sniff. It was so daunting a feeling that she lost her happiness and fell to the earth. As always he picked her up laughing and soaring. He lifted her high and sometimes left her to wonder where he went. But while she traveled, she withered and grew old. He didn't notice. She was always beautiful in his eyes. He saw only that she enjoyed being with him. Wanted to please and care for him. It mattered not that her colors changed and dulled. He picked her up and carried her when she couldn't rise as easily as before. In time he took her home. Twirling, turning a slow breath-stealing dance. He circled her home, found her siblings and showed them to her. She smiled, closed her eyes and danced with him one last time. Turning, swaying he rocked her filled her, took her high then gently set her down.
When he was ready again, he tried to rouse her. He pushed and pulled yet she didn't rise. He shook the world around her. He even brought a terrible storm to try to frighten her into coming with him again. He tried very hard, perhaps too hard. He filled her again and again until she fell apart in his embrace. The North wind was coming. Tendrils of cold seeped into him and he tried again to no avail. He couldn't wait so he took her with him. He pulled the pieces along. He howled through her siblings and cousins. He ripped their shuddering forms them from their homes. His rage and grief couldn't be soothed no matter what he did. He let nothing stand, and tore at everything until he was spent. The Southern wind before the northern was a storm to be reckoned with.
Sometimes, if one listens closely, he howls still. On the good days, he brings the scents and sounds with him. He will dance to the lively music of life that travels with him. And when he remembers his little leaf, the rage comes again, and he tears at the world for taking her from him. The little leaf that loved the southern wind had a small quiet soul. Somewhere…in some other forest….she might unfurl again……..
The end
Thank you for taking the time to read.
The Leaf that loved the Southern Wind
written by
Siar
Created in response to listening to Rajaton's "Dobbins Flowery Vale" and Mikki Miles' "Windchild"
Long ago, in a great forest, there lived a little leaf on a great tree.. She was nothing but a bud on a branch when she felt his first touch. Soft and warm, he brought exotic scents and merry sounds with him. She unfurled to find the Southern Wind waiting near with a smile. Her first shy hello met with an ever wider smile as he circled around her with a bright, inviting gaze. He would leave of course, winds had much to do. There was laundry to dry, pollen to spread, scents and seeds to carry and the occasional storm came along for the ride. Every time he came he brought the warmth of the south with him. When he left she would wait and yearn for him to come back. The heat sustained her , changed her with every touch. This little leaf had a great love for the Southern Wind. Perhaps it was a foolish love for she was but a leaf and couldn't travel as he did.
When the seasons changed, the wind became cold. They had argued. He brushed by her, shaking her…. pushing her away. He would demand she go with him on his journeys.
" Come see the lands I see….." he would say.
Always she would cling fast to home trembling with fear, and afraid to leave her brothers and sisters. Her refusal always brought the same. He would leave in a sad angry huff. She withered and died a little every time and changed even more . Next time he came, she wore bright red finery of fall. Shining in hopes of changing his mind, wanting him to stay and live with her in the great forest. And he came indeed. He brought the passionate heat of the south. Surrounded her. Filled her with all consuming heat. He told her of the many lands he had seen as he caressed her, held her in his warmth. She listened and tried to see them through his eyes as she lay complacent in his embrace. She could smell the spices and hear the music. The sounds of voices and animals she had never seen, tantalized her imagination.
She knew he would ask again. He waited until she was nearly drowsy, and watched for when she had changed yet again. Now she was wearing the faded red . She gave in and let go of her brothers and sisters to let him take her. Floating, dancing lower and lower, he carried her into a dream…a haze of sensation and pleasure . Turning over and over he drew her away. She saw them…the lands, the people, the animals. she found herself surrounded by the scents of the spices, foreign perfumes, and the heat of the sun like never before. She felt the North Wind's cold touch as she passed with a haughty sniff. It was so daunting a feeling that she lost her happiness and fell to the earth. As always he picked her up laughing and soaring. He lifted her high and sometimes left her to wonder where he went. But while she traveled, she withered and grew old. He didn't notice. She was always beautiful in his eyes. He saw only that she enjoyed being with him. Wanted to please and care for him. It mattered not that her colors changed and dulled. He picked her up and carried her when she couldn't rise as easily as before. In time he took her home. Twirling, turning a slow breath-stealing dance. He circled her home, found her siblings and showed them to her. She smiled, closed her eyes and danced with him one last time. Turning, swaying he rocked her filled her, took her high then gently set her down.
When he was ready again, he tried to rouse her. He pushed and pulled yet she didn't rise. He shook the world around her. He even brought a terrible storm to try to frighten her into coming with him again. He tried very hard, perhaps too hard. He filled her again and again until she fell apart in his embrace. The North wind was coming. Tendrils of cold seeped into him and he tried again to no avail. He couldn't wait so he took her with him. He pulled the pieces along. He howled through her siblings and cousins. He ripped their shuddering forms them from their homes. His rage and grief couldn't be soothed no matter what he did. He let nothing stand, and tore at everything until he was spent. The Southern wind before the northern was a storm to be reckoned with.
Sometimes, if one listens closely, he howls still. On the good days, he brings the scents and sounds with him. He will dance to the lively music of life that travels with him. And when he remembers his little leaf, the rage comes again, and he tears at the world for taking her from him. The little leaf that loved the southern wind had a small quiet soul. Somewhere…in some other forest….she might unfurl again……..
The end
Thank you for taking the time to read.