Arden

The tree.
The tree was nothing short of jaw dropping with its graceful intertwined branches and its curved umbrella shape.
You ran a finger along its gnarled bark, feeling every nook and cranny as you gently caressed the wood.
You looked up into the maze of life that towered high above your head.
The mottled leaves that clung tightly to the branches were like delicate painted canvasses as they fluttered in the late summer wind, the different shades promised the swift change in seasons.
A flicker of honeydew movement caught your attention from the corner of your vision.
The leaf slowly glided down from the tangle overhead and you strained to reach it, snatching it gently from the open air.
You brought the Green filigree closer to your chest inspecting the folded figure.
The curled leaf unfurled in your grasp right in front of your eyes, revealing a small wrinkled muzzle.
It blinked at you indignantly before yawning and tucking its thin, papery wings around itself once again.