A Sacred Little Leaf

As I was walking through the woods one day, I looked around to find I had strayed from the path. The day was bright and clear and I sat down on a mossy old stone to think. I enjoyed the sunshine and the cool breeze that played on my skin, soaking in the day. The trees rustled in the wind and as I listened, I started to hear a small sobbing. I looked around for the source but was unable to find it.