Through what the rain and the wind have to offer

It'd started with a leaf

Brown autumn colored

A prisoner's words

On the sole leaf

From the last tree

On the island of If 

Dragged by Zephyr

It traveled North

To an extinct volcano

Where a Santiago pilgrim

Piously walked it to

The Compostela church

A devoted monk

Put it in a frame

Worshipped as a relic

Cherished by bigots

Feared by pagans

Protected by God

Stolen by a gypsy

Between dawn and dusk

Vanished to Albaicín

Where a priestess

Perfumed and stripped

Sang and danced on it

Freed by a sailor

It embarked on a ship

Towards the Irish sea

Caught by the Two Giants

Who fought for it

It jumped on a cloud

Then flew to the East

And after the rain

It fell at the top 

Of a Hampshire oak

Where a wise artist

Found the framed leaf

While restoring it

The message appeared

And the gentle painter

 Who knew the writer

 Gave it to the One

I love you, she read.

                                                                             2020

Illustration: Through what the rain and the wind have to offer Giaco: https://www.instagram.com/giacoartanddesign/?hl=en

Musique: Through what the rain and the wind have to offer J: http://welovewords.com/documents/musique-a-pleurs-de-do