Just a litle story.

A small leaf, drifts from a tree, glides through sunlit air, into the glittering water below.
It nestles btwn two river rocks, smoothed to slickness, by time and slow carress of running water.
A wandering dewdrop fairy , hopping from stone to stone, happens upon the lonely leaf, and steps inside its catepillar marked edges.

Having found the perfect napping place, the fairy happily falls asleep, blanketed by the glowing sun.
The afternoon saunters by, dripping the humidty of high summer, every thing for a moment is still, but in its sleep, the fairy shivers, a chill breeze crawling across its skin.

Dark clouds edge slowly into view, steadily marching over the sun's domain, the forest below is painted shades of grey.
A sudden cascade of rain pushes the leaf from its resting place, the dewdrop fairy awakens to find itself adrift in the river's sudden rage.

The wind echos the cackle of Winter's glee, merry in this short victory over summer's blaze.
The bedraggled little fairy huddles in the center of the leaf, trying to be as still as can be, while the leaf valiently struggles against the river's blows.

With its last bit of energy the leaf leaps through the sodden air, over the churning water below, to find itself safe, if upside down, on the muddy banks.

The dewdrop fairy, shaken but none the worse for wear , takes strings of grass and ties down the leaf, together they wait out the storm.

And finally, fingers of sunlight come reaching through the broken remnants of the storm, their warmth tickling the fairy from under the leaf.

With a radient smile, the dewdrop fairy unties the leaf, gently rolls it up and together they meander away into the sun gilded afternoon.