One silent still day I woke up and saw something.  I didn’t know what it was at first, but then I realized that it was an old tree.  I walked outside and sat on a wooden bench.

I stared at this mysterious tree.  This didn’t look like any other tree.  It looked like a puzzle with the picture of a fair maiden on the pieces and the leaves on the tree looked like the maiden’s hair.

The bark had a thick texture.  The branches became thinner and thinner as they grew out.  The dead leaves that were on the ground felt like scrunched up pieces of paper.

The air all around smelled fresh with a bit of wood smell.  The leaves smelled like mint herbs.

I heard cars passing by.  The sound travelled from the busy people next door chatting away.  I could hear the leaves bang into each other as they swayed.

And then slowly I began to walk away from the puzzle of a maiden with leaves as hair.