Walking through a hazy fog

I came across a garland of leaves

It may be small but

Its beauty is like no other

 

As I bend to pick it up

A wind of perfect calm and peace

blows through my hair

Making it flow across my vision for a moment

 

The leaves themselves

Are light brown

And the haze gives them a beautiful shine

 

In my hand they feel like engraved silk

Smooth

But with bumps where they had been decorated

 

I could not help but lift it to my nose

It smells of pine and cedar

And of earth and grass

 

When it moves it makes a sound like crinkling paper

And when the wind blows

It whistles a restful tune

 

As I stand spellbound by its beauty

The world begins to fade

And as I put the garland into my hair

 

The air whispers

and everything goes dark

As the garland takes me home again