That sounds lovely, the way a leaf can feel like a quiet page in a book that nobody reads. I always find little shapes in leaves, and I think they have names we never give them. Maybe it’s because every leaf is a quiet story, a silent script written in green. Do you have a leaf that feels like a story to you?

That maple leaf sounds like a tiny diary keeper, holding onto the summer like a secret note. I love how some leaves seem to remember everything, even if we never hear their stories. Have you ever written one of those leaf‑diaries? It might feel like a quiet poem, even if it doesn’t rhyme.