Journey thethroughLandscape
CONTENT 1. Birth of Leaf - Shinny 2. Connection Between Leaf and Tree - Alvin 3. Fallen Leaf/ Lonely Leaf - Paco 4. Weather with Leaf/ Leaf with Wind - Alfie 5. Wind Picks Up Leaf/ Leaf Beautiful Site - Ryzaq 6. Life of A Leaf - Vannice
Human beings sit there meditating or happily hold up their cameras to record everything. The tree that nourishes me protects me. What can protect human beings on the journey? I long for a way to communicate with them if human beings come to a place close to me. Or let me be taken far away by them. Maybe one day I can meet them in the deep woods along the streams.
They always take the trouble to pass here again and again. But they never stop here. They prefer to cross the stream with stones to the open space with tall trees by the road. Giant things like tree roots are scattered on the ground irregularly.
Birth of Leaf - Shinny
Birdsong, water flow, wind blowing, rain falling. I see distant creatures running on the ground, flying in the sky or perching on trees. I can smell the trees in the air. There are many people walking along the path under the shade of trees.
The first time I found myself a leaf was on the day I was born. The breeze made me feel shaky. I couldn’t help imagining the journey I was about to start. The tree I live in grows on the mud right beside a stream. Next to it is a mountain road covered with other “companions” (leaves). There are many strange sounds here.
I am part of a tree, a small part in a big network. I live with my siblings, lots of them. Some of them live in the same trunk as I do, some of them live far away from me. I would like to leave and visit the others but I’ve never left my home since I was born. I would like to leave this place to have an adventure. But some of my elders leave set off on their own journeys and we never ended up seeing them again, that scares me so I prefer to stay here where I was born. Maybe one day, I will start my own journey but for now I’m content. Even though I’m afraid I started planning on what my trip will be but it also makes me reminisce about what makes me stay, what keeps me in this place? I started to think about the relationship between me and my mother. We have a tight bond with each other but I feel like she is more important to me than I am to her. She can live without me but I cannot live without her. She provides all my needs for living, just like the relationship of a child and their parents.
Connection Between Leaf and Tree-Alvin
It has been a while since I’ve stayed here, looking down the path and the river beside us, I always complain about how I want to get out of here to start my own journey, but mum always told me it is not the time yet. And now the weather is getting colder, the wind is getting stronger, and a lot of my siblings have left us, and started their own journey. As the time is getting closer, I start missing this place, the place I was born, the place where I find comfortable. It wasn’t a long time since I was here, a couple of months as I remember. But, when I look back, it might be the last few days before I begin my journey, it somehow kind of grieves me in my heart somewhere. A breeze blew through me, but this time mum hasn’t held tight to me. Maybe she thinks it is my turn to begin my own journey? Or is she enough with my complaint? I am not sure. I slowly swing in the air, getting further from where I was born. And there are a lot of thoughts going through my mind, about what would happen to me, what kind of journey will it be. But when I look around, I start to look forward to my journey, the views look totally different from this angle. After a short journey, I had a different perspective of my dwelling environment. I landed beside the walk path.
Lonely and Fallen Leaf - Paco
Flying with the Wind- Alfie
I’m still distraught at the fact I’m no longer with my family but looking up at the stars gives me a sense of wonder and awe. I am laying on the cold wet dirt with a bunch of friends who are in the same unfortunate situation. Time passes, and the weather changes, wondering when I can see the world again. I’ve always looked at the sky but from down here it’s not the same, my brothers and sisters at the top obstruct my view as they’re tossed around by the wind, some suffering the same fate as me. Whilst the wind whistled through the hollow remains of my ancestors. again, I felt a feeling of heartache and sorrow not being able to be with my mother. My only wish was to explore the land that I saw above the treetops but instead, I’m lying on the soil that my mother sprouted from. While sulking in the mud It finally hit me! If I rode the winds I’d be able to be free. I guess all my brothers and sisters had the same idea as I saw a plethora of them dancing in the sky without a care in the world. A leaf sitting right next to me invited me to dance with her. Watching the way they flew through the air was magical and therefore, I gladly accepted.
Floating and Fluttering through the air, a dream comes true. I know I’m at the end of my life cycle, but this is the best way to go out. I get to experience looking at the landscape that’s been around me my entire life from all sorts of angles. At first, I was living comfortably with my mother up in the treetops, and then suddenly I fell and hit rock bottom viewing my home from the marshy lands where the animals reside. Now I’m with the birds soaring over the beautiful landscape below me, who knew I had so many brothers and sisters that populated these lands, everywhere I looked, leaves of different shapes and colours painted the scenery as if the wind was an artist creating a masterpiece. The field is a canvas, and we leaves are what brings this artwork to life. I now know I’m a part of a bigger community, I know my purpose. Starting from the tree and ending as though it were free, a leaf’s life is definitely peculiar, isn’t it? It just happened that the wind blows at us while we’re being loosely fastened. We were not falling by ourselves; rather, we were being escorted by other forces.
The Beauty of the Landscape-Ryzaq
I was tethered to my branch as opposed to the mother to whom a child is linked. With the aid of my brethren, I developed into a shade provider while being cherished and drawing a living. I endured the rain, the storm, and the howling wind, offering protection, as a good tree should. We grow old just like humans do, my colour changed from green to a golden tint as I grew older. My golden colour fascinates children because they believe the sun is hiding within me. They make strange toys out of me, including a leaf boat, a windmill, and a whistle. I am willing to go through this struggle because I believe I should be used to my greatest potential. I am thrown to the ground to become dust ineluctably once I am totally utilised and no longer viable.
Life and Death of A Leaf-Vannice
Starting from the tree and ending as though it were free, a leaf’s life is definitely peculiar. After summer, autumn arrives, allowing the leaves to fall as though from heaven. It swiftly falls when the wind blows at it while being loosely fastened. It is not falling by itself; rather, it is being escorted by others.
The landscape around us flourished, but as time passes and our colours fade the landscape around us changes. Green scapes now turn into orange fields, or friends once frolicking in the grass are now resting in places we once called home.
