Created by Rachel Maria Kisellus 🦋

Deep in the dark soil, a tiny thread stretched and twined.

It worked quietly, holding the forest together.

It shared water with thirsty roots.

It passed along secret messages between the trees.

It helped the flowers feel less alone.

Nobody ever saw the thread.

Nobody ever said thank you.

One day, the little thread grew tired.

“I’ve helped and helped,” it sighed,

“but no one even knows I’m here.”

So the thread curled into a ball.

It rested.

It waited.

And while it rested, something magical began.

A small bump pushed up through the soil.

The bump grew round and tall.

It stretched open like an umbrella after rain.

The forest gasped.