“It’s time” announced papa as a gentle rumble crept over the train tracks.
“I’m scared! What’ll happen to you?” cried the youngling with a doleful look below.
“The wind has come to take me and scatter my essence across the land. Such is the way of life my child.”
The tracks began to shake; hum turned into roar. The youngling covered her eyes and whispered “Will I ever see you again?”
Papa nodded and faced the sun.
A resounding whoosh followed an eclipse.
When the child opened her eyes, papa was gone.
A single yellow petal fluttered against the wind.
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