There was a leaf...

There was a leaf kept in the pages of life,
Twisted and Turned,
Turned yellow by the winds of time;
Yet preserved.
The leaf saw the rain drops falling on the pages,
A drop or two fell on it as well;
The salt helped in sustaining the color.
The eyes which read through the pages,
Read many unspoken words and the melodies unheard;
Preserved by the writer in the pages.
The lips which followed the eyes, trembled and quivered
But the stoic silence followed.
The leaf saw all of this.
It remained safe between the pages waiting to be rediscovered by its beholder.
There was a leaf kept in the pages of life
Twisted and Turned,
Turned yellow by the winds of time;
Yet preserved.