Leaf found himself having been born. With a memory. Of wind and soil. From the wind, his sisters and brothers whispered to him. From the soil, they sang. Leaf’s nerves were roots, his roots nerves. He grew into his world. Seven years passed. Someone died. Leaf bent inwards. A mist…

The sun and the moon converse: “If I told you that I miss you would you know what I want?” the moon whispered and the sun glowing as a sun does listened “can you see my colours though you are so bright?” the moon continued and with warmth the sun…