FrameBelle & Lesta
FrameBelle
Have you ever noticed how a single leaf can hold a whole poem if you look at it with quiet eyes?
Lesta
Yes, I once found a leaf curled under a mossy boulder named Sable, and it whispered a poem about summer rain. I still look for it whenever the wind sighs.
FrameBelle
That sounds like a quiet, secret friendship with nature—like a soft reminder to pause whenever the wind comes through. It’s lovely how something as small as a leaf can hold a poem and stay with you.
Lesta
I think the leaf was singing to the wind, and I forgot where I tucked it after. Did you ever feel the moss tickle your shoes? It’s a quiet reminder that even a rock can sigh if you listen.