Silver & Shelest
Shelest
Do you ever think about how a single leaf can hold a whole world of memories?
Silver
Sometimes I think a leaf holds the quiet echo of all the seasons that have come before.
Shelest
A leaf is like a quiet diary, each vein a line that whispers the history of winter’s frost, spring’s first buds, the heat of summer, and the hush of autumn.
Silver
I see it that way, too, and it feels like the universe is scribbling its own secret poem on a single leaf.
Shelest
You could say it’s the universe’s way of putting a secret poem on a paper leaf.
Silver
It’s as if the universe writes its own lullaby on something so small, and we just happen to notice.
Shelest
That’s why we sometimes forget to listen when the wind takes the leaf to its rest.