The Road was pink, and yellow and red and green…
The ‘fall’ was showing its true colors.
The trees on the side walks were barely dressed…
The wind was dancing with the fall(ing) leaves…
The house stood lonely long time...expecting for someone...
It was the Stone Bench’s favorite place…
No one passed by for years...
No one listened to their silent melodies…
The Road…
The Tree…
The Wind…
The Bench…
The House...
They grew all their ages waiting……waiting for someone to hear their melodies.
That day…
She came; she came with her Family; she came to live in the woods…
It was then ‘She’s and the Bench’s favorite place.
She grew there from dawn to dusk…
They all witnessed 'She', grow, laugh, smile and cry…
They listened to She's every thought…
She listened to their Melody.
Everything seemed perfect and happy.
Perfect and Happy till,
This day…
The day she cried out loudly leaving the place…
...In the pursuit of…living and being well.
The wind had stopped,
The road had frozed,
The bench...left alone…
They all cried melodiously…
The Melody was unheard…
But the ‘PLACE’ was remembered...
The Road…
The Tree…
The Wind…
The Bench…
The House...
they are waiting...waiting for someone to hear their story!!