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A Day of a Redbud Petal
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 Created on 5-2-08
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A single redbud petal from the smallest tree floated down to the grass of an open field in a busy park. Frisbees whizzed by and dogs followed, jumping with the air currents and landing with grace on the ground, jumping at their masters' praises. Children ran around and hid while others seeked, squealing in playful surprise as one by one they each were found and began another round of the game. The petal sat on the dewy ground and fluttered with passing breezes.
This petal was normal. No different than any other of the thousands upon thousands of redbud flower petals that adorned the tree above. No different in any way except that it was the first to fall for the season. The first to float elegantly down and surf the currents of a southerly breeze in a New York park. Its color was pale pink and it curved slightly at the ends. A single red pinstripe down the left side showed a brush of bight against the pastel colors, contrasting against the evergreen grass.
It sat on the ground for several hours, managing slimly to miss being carried away on a slip of the wind from a passing person. It saw scraped knees, drool covered dog toys, strollers roll past on the trail to the playground, and old men play chess on the sidewalk that ran passed all the places anyone could go in the park. It felt the wet tongue of dew fall on itself, leaving minuscule droplets on the smooth petal surface. The blades of grass below felt ticklish as the moved with every shaking step that passed the petal. Soon, it would be moved.
It happened exactly one hour and one minute after the petal originally fell. A young boy on a bike flew passed the spot where our concentration lay. The bicycle's tire went very close to the petal and picked it up on the back wind. It pulled the petal along and a low current caught the pink petal, soaring it high above all heads. It flipped and turned as it was carried to the top of an old ash tree. Once again, it settled, but not for as long as it once had been.
It happened that it landed in a bird nest. Among several blue eggs, it sat until the mother bird came by to check on the secureness of the nest and her eggs. She noticed the petal, but brushed it aside with her tail feathers, not feeling it important enough to be incorporated as part of her nest. The petal was glad, for it did not want to be part of a smelly bird nest. Neglectfully, the mother bird stepped upon the petal, piercing it with one of her small talons. Soon after, the bird flew up into the sky, higher than what just wind currents could have carried the small petal.
The petal saw high skyscrapers and low tenements, over run with squirming people, racing every minute to be apart of the day's rush. They flitted around faster than hummingbirds, not stopping for more than thirty seconds at a time. The mother bird swooped down among the polluting cars, flying past them and in between them. She did not stop at signs and did not let the red neon lights stop her from going where she was headed. With all this excitement, the petal was stripped from the talon, a small hole left in its smooth surface. It fell just as the taxis and semis began to run passed each other.
Once again caught in many wind tunnels, the petal turned corners and saw the concentrated faces of the drivers and chauffeurs. The rush hour took it passed the park from where it had come. The petal managed to slip out of the line of traffic and caught yet another current and flew through the leaves of budding trees. It spun an turned and landed on the grass right under the tree from which it had come from.
The petal once again settled into life as a decomposing petal on the ground, watching our daily lives as though it were the only thing in the world. For this entire flight happened to the petal in a matter of only ten minutes. They rest of the petal's day drifted by without half the excitement as it had.
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Please Login to post comments| On July 27th 2008 angelofpurity5 Said : | |
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you do have a way with words i love how descriptive this is its so intellectual |
| On June 4th 2008 piratesrule78 Said : | |
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this is really good. |
