
A Home,
poking its top from between the vibrant autumn trees, lurks and murmurs in quiet and
innocent breaths of admiration for its new inhabitant which stares placidly in welcoming
sighs.
The Trees, in their peaceful sways, seem not to mind this sporadic intrusion of brave
curiosity into their golden land, for they sense the time is right for such an occasion.
curiosity into their golden land, for they sense the time is right for such an occasion.
“Hello”, says the home shyly to the newcomer. The newcomer stares absently, as if
he had forgotten what was happening all of a sudden.
he had forgotten what was happening all of a sudden.
“Hello? can you hear me?”































