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The Land Before Time => LBT Fanfiction => Topic started by: Mouse-a-saur on April 08, 2021, 01:06:34 PM
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:TreeStar Hi! This is my poem entry for the April 2021 fic prompt, "Write a story from the point of view of this character: A leaf".
Treestar Memories
Ruled by the leaf.
The dinosaurs knew it well. If the journey to the Great Valley had taught them anything, it was the sheer importance of their precious green food, their Treestars. Life would cease in the way that they knew it.
But what of the leaf? It knew not.
The leaf could see the sky above it, the branch upon it, and the ground beneath it. The leaf has always permeated its surroundings. It was well-versed in the windy swaying that the middyear storms brought, surviving the ash that fell upon it in Earthshakes, and the tearing it felt when it eventually was tossed by the elements to the earth below.
Or eaten.
And yet, even in death there is life. Though the leaf can never know its merit, it knows its purpose. It fills nests and dinosaurs' bellies. The Treestar is good. That is something it can comprehend in some way, by some strange stroke of the Earth's wonder. The leaf has no allegiance to that but to the earth itself.
One Treestar had a particular fate.
For reasons unknown to the leaf, the others had completely vanished. Many eaten, others crumbled away into dust only to be carried away in the breeze. As far as it could tell, it was the last leaf in the grove of trees it had always known.
The seasons had changed before. Following the Bright Circle's ebbing and flowing, the other leaves had fallen and regrown again, stronger than before. It seemed to the leaf that perhaps times were different now. Something had been changed or interrupted, and along with it, the other leaves it had been nestled in beside had completely disappeared.
Where were the others?
A leaf cannot exactly express loneliness, though its purpose seemed to be evading it. When would its earthly journey finally commence? The leaf had no way of knowing what fate it should find. Would it too fall to the dirt below and seep deeply into the ground? What eggs would it surround and warm, if there were indeed still eggs to warm?
The earth rumbled, shaking the leaf about on its spindly branch. The rhythm and steadiness of the thumping alerted the leaf to the fact that it was not elemental, but the tell-tale steps of a crossing dinosaur.
A very tall one.
The leaf knew not of all the divisions and tribulations between the earth-dwellers. What could it know that the other leaves had not known in their treks across the landscape? To tell the leaf that it was a female Longneck reaching up towards it would mean nothing; each one was always the same.
But this Longneck sought not to eat him. How peculiar to be plucked down from the dewy sky and down to yet another dinosaur, a smaller one. The leaf knew not of young, though something seemed to be different. Why must it be given to them?
This leaf was a gift. It ruled not the dinosaur, but heartened him.
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I enjoyed reading your poem! I loved this line you wrote, “And yet, even in death there is life.“
Can I speculate the female longneck is Littlefoot’s mom and Smaller one is Littlefoot? And is this the Treestar Littlefoot’s mom gave him in LBT? Or at least a leaf from it? :)
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I enjoyed reading your poem! I loved this line you wrote, “And yet, even in death there is life.“
Can I speculate the mother longneck is Littlefoot’s mom and Little one is Littlefoot? And is this the Treestar Littlefoot’s mom gave him in LBT? Or at least a leaf from it? :)
Thank you!
And yep, you're correct :)littlefoot
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What a nice, short little reading for a rather silly LBT fanfic prompt on paper, haha. :P
Choosing the treestar that Littlefoot's mom gave from LBT 1 was an obvious, but still amazing choice for the centerpiece of what this story is all about. It is indeed truly a remarkable and unique "fate" that many other leaves won't have, and the final concluding line in my opinion was pretty great.
It ruled not the dinosaur, but heartened him.
And for certain, it definitely wasn't the last time that a leaf would hearten someone. ;) :TreeStar
Welcome back though, Mouse-a-saur! I really missed you, I am glad to see you have returned to the forum once more. :Mo
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What a nice, short little reading for a rather silly LBT fanfic prompt on paper, haha. :P
Choosing the treestar that Littlefoot's mom gave from LBT 1 was an obvious, but still amazing choice for the centerpiece of what this story is all about. It is indeed truly a remarkable and unique "fate" that many other leaves won't have, and the final concluding line in my opinion was pretty great.
It ruled not the dinosaur, but heartened him.
And for certain, it definitely wasn't the last time that a leaf would hearten someone. ;) :TreeStar
Welcome back though, Mouse-a-saur! I really missed you, I am glad to see you have returned to the forum once more. :Mo
Thank you very much for the kind words, Impratical. I’m glad to be back with everyone here :CeraHAPPY
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I enjoyed reading your poem! I loved this line you wrote, “And yet, even in death there is life.“
I agree. Brings to mind the Bambi II song, 'There is Life', especially the 'The colder the winter, the warmer the spring' line. Interesting how such a sedentary subject can bring out a nice, contemplative change of pace, and the treestar from the first movie is the perfect candidate for such a story. Good job! I enjoyed it.
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I enjoyed reading your poem! I loved this line you wrote, “And yet, even in death there is life.“
I agree. Brings to mind the Bambi II song, 'There is Life', especially the 'The colder the winter, the warmer the spring' line. Interesting how such a sedentary subject can bring out a nice, contemplative change of pace, and the treestar from the first movie is the perfect candidate for such a story. Good job! I enjoyed it.
Thank you! :MomCompassion
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You're welcome!
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This is a wonderful use of an (admittedly) playful prompt. :) In this poem you have captured beautifully the role of the treestar in the life and death struggle of the dinosaur world. A role that it cannot really understand, except perhaps at an innate level. Making this particular treestar be the one that was given to Littlefoot as a gift makes the message behind the poem all the more poetic and in keeping with the LBT canon. Thank you very much for sharing this with us, and my apologies for the long delay in finally getting to review this work.
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This is a wonderful use of an (admittedly) playful prompt. :) In this poem you have captured beautifully the role of the treestar in the life and death struggle of the dinosaur world. A role that it cannot really understand, except perhaps at an innate level. Making this particular treestar be the one that was given to Littlefoot as a gift makes the message behind the poem all the more poetic and in keeping with the LBT canon. Thank you very much for sharing this with us, and my apologies for the long delay in finally getting to review this work.
Thank you so much for the kind words, I'm glad you enjoyed it :^^spike
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Quite the interesting choice and it played out very well! I don't think many would have poetically deliver such an insightful message of how leaves experience life ( at the time of the dinosaurs). It didn't enter my mind and I didn't spot that the hidden touch you put in there was Littlefoot and his mother, but that is just me being oblivious ( second time reading it after knowing, I definitely saw it). Overall; a very solid and amusing poem you wrote @Mouse-a-saur :yes
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Quite the interesting choice and it played out very well! I don't think many would have poetically deliver such an insightful message of how leaves experience life ( at the time of the dinosaurs). It didn't enter my mind and I didn't spot that the hidden touch you put in there was Littlefoot and his mother, but that is just me being oblivious ( second time reading it after knowing, I definitely saw it). Overall; a very solid and amusing poem you wrote @Mouse-a-saur :yes
Thank you so much! :MomCompassion