She felt..

She felt like a six years old again, yet being drooping like an old plume. I could see a new spark beguiling with joy. She walked on the grass lane with bare foot, grass tips with dew, like morning pearls, awaiting to be touched and felt. She felt like the world to be her oyster, ready to experience it with her full novelty and conviction, unafraid of  spiny shrubs that may pen her nor of the rocky tiny pebbles on her way. She felt free, spirited. In her, she could  feel the untamed soul trying to reach for a new life in an old body. She looked at the leaves and stopped there, collecting different leaves from earth she would put them one over another;aligning them, she would again look at the tree, with inquisitions in her eyes. How leaves from the same tree can  have different and varying size, why would someone  design it so, she doubts its creator, she wanted an answer, she didn't speak, but she wanted him to put in test, like most of the time he did to us, he would test our patience and strength. Some says he wanted to strengthen us, sometime we did cope up the endurance, sometime we failed too, during some it even broke us from within, like what happened to her , when those guys smeared her life with stench,she didnt shed a tear, she turned into stone, she wasn't the same person since, yet he(creator) played a mute character. When he will learn and be a better father, when he will educate himself, that we all are different like those fallen leaves...