Halting emotions
The flame-orange maple leaf detached itself from its mother plant, landing on the surface of a steam. The smooth current guided it along the journey, until it hit a limestone.
The two became attached. Limestone served as a barrier, preventing the leaf from sipping into the vast river. However weathering spoils everything. The limestone was crippling. All that held the leaf to it was a slit to hold the leaf loosely.
Leaf said, I'll shelter you from further corrosion. But the limestone refused "This is nature. Years of weathering will give me beautiful shapes. For a true reason why I was built this way. "Moreover, through cracks will you be able to secure your roots and grow."
The maple leaf was fearful of the forthcoming storm, that it would depart and that the limestone might just erode away or disintegrate. It considered detaching itself so other mineral sediments could aid its nature companion.
Actually, all it required was for the both to stick together and let time tell. The leaf worried the dismissal of limestone. Limestone was worried about the life-line of the young leaf and aspire to take its natural course.
The proliferated premonition of nature's course had unveiled its core-truth. It hurts, seriously. Quantifiableless.
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