Golden Sapling
The wind whistled through the almost-bare branches of a young tree. The tree was small and slender, a few leaves studding its skinny whitish branches. The leaves were a brilliant, glowing gold, the shine emphasized by the soft, warm streak of sunlight peeking through branches of other trees. The sun shifted and the beam of light struck directly, and only, on one perfect, glowing golden leaf, illuminating the beautiful, mysterious, dark forest. The golden tree bathed in the warmth as the light returned to the whole of it, rejoicing that it was young and new. It had been untouched for its whole life and would remain untouched until death. All other trees formed a wide circle around that golden sapling, standing by itself on the banks of a swift, silent silver river.
Suddenly, a soft breeze rustled. A single glowing leaf fell slowly from the beautiful sapling.
Time stopped.
The golden tree saw everything.
The leaf suspended in midair.
The shimmering silver stream, ready to receive it.
Then time began again.
The leaf touched the river.
Gold met silver.
Once again, the shining rays of the dying sun set upon the leaf as it slowly drifted downriver, silently sinking into the depths of the silver stream.
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A writing piece I wrote in fifth grade that was perfect for this challenge!
It's a romanticized version of some nonfiction personal experiences while hiking in New York.
:3
Lightning