"Here," she handed me a leaf, "it has never touched the ground."
Staring at the piece of leaf, the realization of the fact started to hit me, strongly.
It has NEVER touched the ground.
What does it really mean? I almost cannot comprehend it. Since I have been touching the ground every day. I am not able to avoid the ground. Sometimes, I feel I am rooted in the ground, or I am deep down under the ground.
This tiny piece of leaf, mixed green with yellow, broken but pure, for it has never touched the ground.
Holding the leaf carefully, a sense of responsibility raise in my heart. I know that I will try all I can to keep it from falling.
