Her delicate hand painting
On the skeleton of a leaf
Was carefully left to dry
She did not place a weight
Lest it gets damaged
But a sudden breeze blew
And her work was airborne
It fluttered in the wind
As fragile as a butterfly wing
She watched it rise rather high
But dared not reach out for it
In case it crumbled when touched
A large tear glistened in her eye
As she watched it get tangled
In the branch of a tall tree
