A tale interrupted... With a cheery green garb, that flutters gaily alongside a gusty wind each sunny morning and spending time, gazing endlessly at the sun's steps, up above, while readily absorbing some of its golden sheen, a sprig of five 'once spectacular' leaves, now brown and toasted crisp, seem resigned to facing their destiny together, enmeshed in a silky white web fashioned by a devious creature, skilled at setting traps.