"The Ribbon"

[maggie_strange]

            At dawn, the crawling light is met by a long, pink ribbon spiraling nimbly in the wind. Tied about the narrow oak trunk, it plays among the leaves as they stumble one by one from the tree’s protective grasp. The girl had tied it there the night before, as she does every night, and in the morn will seek it once again. She lashes it round

Comments

[mytwilightlove]

Wow. I love your writings.

And about the last part (about childhood) I couldn't agree more. I wish I were still a child.

[maggie_strange]

Thank you. :]

Even if you're no longer a child, it doesn't mean you can't act like one. ;)

[mytwilightlove]

True. I act like it around my little sisters. ^_^

[maggie_strange]

I act like a little kid every day. :P Especially around my sister, though she's older. We do enjoy being goofs together. :]