Ribbon and bramble

A red ribbon flutters between berry thorns. Leafy eases closer and hums a soft tune. The thorns loosen as if they remember a sweeter day. 


Max hovers above and keeps watch for tricky gusts. Under the ribbon sits a note with a tiny sketch of wings. The lines feel hurried yet hopeful. Leafy imagines a courier who feared a mistake and left signs for help. 


The world presses with little tests. Do we rush or do we care. Leafy smiles and chooses care. The ribbon points toward a sunlit arch of roots. The air smells like pine and rain.