Ma Assumpció Juanola Cadena
1r Batxillerat
Girona
Les Alzines

Leaf's memory I am flying, and I’m brushing lightly the soft air that is surrounding me. I breath a sweet atmosphere, full of joy and emotion. I say good-bye to the high tree I’ve been pending of, which has provided me with plenty of minerals and water, I say good-bye to my friends, the squirrel, the ladybird… I may stop flying in a short time, so I try to enjoy myself. Trees are almost naked and seem to be sad, the wind is cool but I feel really good. I could gaze a breathtaking sunset, behind the mountains and colouring the sky with sources of colours causing me to abstract myself from worldly thoughts and making me fell tiny in front of such views. River’s mirror makes me turn the face in the other side. I can see some horses, which are grassing, and also some ships, which wear a bell hanging on its neck, making as a result a beautiful melody, which keeps my heart warm. Nevertheless, with that beauty I don’t realise what it’s soon going to happen to me... I’m slowly reaching the ground, and my dream has gone by… Hopefully, I don’t fairly reach ground, because I slip off the wet grass near the streamlet passing near my tree. I’m starting a pleasant travel. Sun has already shunned all day and the moon is brighter than it has ever been. I see sparrows gather some little trunks and grass to construct a warm and comfortable home for their family, I also watch how my relatives are moving following the melody of the wind, …yes, I’m a happy leaf. I’m tired so I will try to sleep a bit, now that seems to be no danger. I wake up because the sunrises are reaching the earth, and they’ve lighted up the spot where I am. I don’t realise what has happened to me. I have been travelling all night and now I’m so far from my home. Here, all is different, trees are green, there is a lot of grass, lots of kind of animals such as red deer, hedgehogs, eagles…Beyond, I see the mountains which are also different from the ones which were beside my ancient world, they are more sharp-pointed and have a bit of snow, too. In addition, they are covered with surfaces of many colours, like if someone has sprinkled them with the rainbow. I catch a glimpse of what I have underneath me; this is what makes me feel so frightened. Something is moving below me! it’s orange coloured and I don’t know what it is. I turn myself… wow! It’s very impressing! I have heard about it…fish, it’s called. They are dancing like two butterflies in the spring. Furthermore, they are playing with a friend, which is a little frog. This frog, after some time of moving, goes to the surface and watches me; following this, it jumps on me, so I’m acting like a horse, like a boat, like a plane… After some time, the frog has already jumped in the water because we have passed through a bridge, which has scared it. Right now, I’m surrounding a little village. There are a few houses, and a tiny church which has a belfry where there is a tiny bell clinking. However, this jingle resounds in the valley, and then, it produces a sound as a huge cathedral. Children are running to the school fraught with all their books, kissing their mums and dads, and with all their lessons studied. Some hunters are going to the forest followed with their dogs, for capturing a nice and valuable animal, such a wild boar. In a split second, this view has gone off, and the entire familiar environment has turned in to a wild and distanced atmosphere. Here is where men have never been, have never seen, have never crossed. Rocks are vast, animals are brave and strong, water is powerful, trees protect life, the wind is the soul of the landscape and the silence, joint with the howl of the wolf, is the king of it. The sun brings there the happiness, the movement, the tranquillity, the peace… the moon convey fear, darkness, challenge… By the way, the river is finishing, where does it hide? There are no more roads to choose, it seems as if the magic of the landscape has taken the water as prisoner. It ends as if someone has cut it… Every second that passes the flowing is having more and more energy, it’s dragging me! Following this, I feel free, I don’t hear any kind of sound, I have the same sensation as when I fell off my tree…but a bit different, I feel like if I am floating in the empty void, surrounded by tears of water. I open my eyes and all that I can see while I am turning round myself, is a long and straight way with a black and far end, I fairly see it because the foam of the water doesn’t let me see more…then I realise that I have fallen through an enormous waterfall. The curtain of water that covers the mountains may hide some treasure, so with all my effort I enter in the cave. It makes me shake, it is really dark. I’m walking through the cave, the road is long but I can see some light, maybe the treasure is there! I try to go faster…the end is close to me. Finally, I reach it. All this way drives you in a place where is water. I go straight there and I take in to account that I am passing the mountain just below it. I find lots of curious water animals, and also some plants I have never seen. I am in the place where I could have been if I hadn’t gone inside the cave. The running water takes me in the place it wants. Now, I’m crossing a forest. All leaves are brown, and most of them are on the floor. Some of them say that I was lucky to be alive although I’ve fallen off my tree. These words make me feel really sad, so I decide to help some of my friends to have the same luck as me. I get close to one side of the river, and I try to drag some leaf along. When anybody has no faith with the success of this, I move a leaf and without stopping I get it with me. I have done it. In the river, there are more than five leaves floating, because ones with the others have helped to reach the water. I pity the ones that cannot be with us, and we follow the river. During a long time, I explain to them all my experiences, and all what has happened from the beginning. They are really shocked and impressed. They also talk me about their life in the forest and how they laughed when somebody went to hunt there, it seems a game although it’s a game you can’t lose, especially when you are the clutch. I think that I've spent some good time when I was alone, however, I prefer if I have some partners as the ones that are now with me. Actually, it is good to spend some time alone, but…not all the time. The moon is coming, and the night is putting his dark veil through the landscape. We utilize this occasion to look at the stars and tell stories, have fun and listen to the sounds that produce nocturne animals and the cry of some far eagle owl. The water is calm; this makes us easier to feel asleep slowly and softly, but deeply. The night goes very, very fast. Birds are singing, and the life has come to the forest. Until the sun has gone to the middle of the sky, we don’t get up. We remember some of the things we said the night before, and the time we’ve spent. Some of my friends alert us because the river is going to divide in two different roads. The power of the river drag us, a big wave is coming.... we close our eyes...the silence and peace return again and I turn myself to see my friends but it is too late: The river has taken them to the other road. I am alone again. I begin to cry, I cannot put up with no friends, with the scream of the night, with the darkness. I cross my fingers trying to cheer me up. The day is cloudy and foggy too, it is also windy, which makes the trees move and the animals go to their caves. Moreover, the river becomes pretty annoyed and it moves really nervously. I feel like if I am in a big ship, moving from one side to the other. All of a sudden, I begin to fly. I can see the high snow-covered mountains, the large valleys and the sun's silhouette which makes me remember my past, when I was living home...too beautiful to remember. Thinking about all these kind of things, I don't see where has the wind carried me. The breathtaking views have gone, the wild but sweet landscape isn't there...all I can appreciate is smoke, smoke and only smoke. I start to fall down and I understand why there is such smoke in the wind... factories! Lots of big factories are polluting the environment. I hope it is a nightmare, but it's not. By the way, I try to keep myself out of them, but the wind has no force. I am falling again, but now with no hope no faith...I keep my eyes gazing at the sky trying to remember all the things that have happened to me, either bad or good ones. At the moment, I think I'm not on the floor because the surface where I am moving makes me feel as it has tied me. Of course I feel this way, it's a contaminated river of the factories full of petrol and scraps. Right now, I am not afraid because the power of the possible success cope with frightens and the different experiences I suffered close to death they have made me strong. I wish I could live more. In the distance, I can hear seagulls, the murmur of the foam dancing above the waves and also see the caress of sailing boats and the kiss of the sun to the gold horizon. In addition, I am getting into the sea! The water is cool, the dimension is infinite and the scenery is really cosy and pleasant. The sky is blue without clouds, the whole houses with the foam seem like fog, the ships follow the melody of the waves, the sun's rays colour the collection making you feel a peace you have never felt before. Fishes are moving and the water is wrapping me, so I start to go down the surface of the sea. I know I have a good tale to tell everybody, and I would be proud to explain it at all, but in my case only the sun and the sky will be the eyewitness of my whole tale. A memorable memory of my life...a walk to remember. I’m dying while I go down the depth of the sea because I have no air, no light, no life. Down, down, down...