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.