The soil gently shifted around the straw thin roots of the sprouting pine. Up, down, left, right, as a wormlet wiggled by. But as they passed, their tough roots, their fragile skin brushed against each other, like a brush stroke on a canvas. For a moment, they met each other's gaze. Yes, I know, trees and worms don’t have eyes to gaze out of, but their two hearts connected, like a bee and a flower or a bird and the sky. There were no shrieking children trying to climb the pine, no angry gardeners trying to stab the wormlet, and for once in their lifetimes, they felt safe, and at peace.
Written by Mina Gugliotta, 10, Killington Elementary School, submitted by teacher Allison Gormly
Posted in response to the challenge Spiders.
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