In the greenhouse there is a bridge. Greenery surrounds its winding spires: Large oval leaves, yellow striped; small opaque mosses, loaded with yesterday’s frost. In this place, an oasis awaits. Droplets are trapped here, helping those lost souls find some form of home. The big, little, and huge melt like sugar, smooth, dark and right, bright and white. The thrum of color reaches deep within my bones, and I ponder the seeds that grew here, the dirt that supported, the water that nurtured. What world would we be, if every space acted like that bridge? An ecosystem for all that lives. A home for lost souls.
Ruby Seidner is a fifteen-year-old writer and high-school student from Northern California. She fell in love with writing at ten-years-old, stuck at home with chicken pox with nothing to do, and has never stopped since. She has been published in We Write Here, The Global Youth Review, and The Blue Flame Review ,to name a few. In her spare time, she runs a creative writing education database called ProjectGenZWrites and binge watches too many sitcoms.
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