Whisper in the sky
tHe warmly poured the grass on the field, heated the petals of Zanias, Gul Dawoodi, and Corn Flowers, spreading like a patchwork under the sky. The speaking clouds flowed slowly, their shapes open in the wings of the butterflies and the dragon flavors.
Leela, a silent girl with a sketch book, stumbled from the field this morning. This did not mean that he was wandering so far, but his heart was heavy, and his feet were on his way to softening and forgiveness somewhere. When the air was shining, she sat between the flowers, her pen was shaking.
A Monark butterflies landed on a red zinc, a golden book opened like pages. A dragon fly wandered around, its paribas wings grabbed the sunlight as if they were windows in another world. Both creatures were staring at each other, as if they were sharing secrets.
And then – just for a heartbeat – the grass field changed. The flowers are bent closely, their trunks are bent as if you are listening. Butterflies and Dragon Fills traced the hidden symbols in the air, samples are also precise to be random. Leela realized that she was not seeing insects, but the guardian – the small messenger of balance, writes a magic over the ground.
hAir sadness is loose, as if it had also flown. He opened his sketch book and began to draw,…