Hai,

I am really , really new at this, so please be kind. ~

Original story, and I am studying English, so I used a thesaurus. xD please, please be nice.~\

The subtle lilt of the morning didn't seem to wake the sun, as it laid low beneath the overcast of the trees. The morning air was crisp and humid, a delicate breeze fluttered lazily past the awnings of the country home. Every window and thin, paper screen was pushed open, the strong smell of turpentine and sandalwood roughly clashed with the fresh summer air. Though the freshly wet ground had yet to bask in the warm glow of the sun, she had yet to fall asleep from the night before, much too engrossed in her project to waste precious time sleeping. She sat in the middle of the floor, enervated, but too determined to quit, as she slowly dragged a small blade across a rough wood block. Patiently, wood scraps fell, as her fingers worked expertly. The highlight of her day; to carve, and watch as the day passed, eat, head into town to sell her wares, then return home and repeat the process. Her old house creaked as the silent footsteps of the breeze walked circles around her. She stopped her tedious work to tilt her head back slowly, eyes peacefully closed, and drift off, her mind in a relaxed state. She was alone, but not really alone. Nature was always with her, so she always kept the doors open; she had nothing to fear. It was the ones like her, the greedy, the lustful, the humans who frightened her the most. The soft breath of the countryside whispered secrets and tales in her ear. Tara...~She smiled softly, and listened intently as the gust sent a grander view to her ear. Tara... It said excitedly. Yesterday was so warm. The clouds and I ran down to the river to cool off. He teased me about kissing the flowers each morning, so I pushed him into the river, causing the water to splash. Did you see it?

Her fingers released the knife, and setting down the block, Tara opened her eyes, and stood up, her gaze inspired. Quickly, Tara grabbed her ink stone and calligraphy . Pulling the screen door shut, she delicately pressed the soft brushes against the transparent paper. Her gentle brush strokes replied to the grass, the sky and the trees. I saw. Her ink soaked almost immediately into the paper, bleeding through, the basic outline of flowers showing through. I saw the bare sky exposing it's soul; the stars raining down in coloured drops. Did you know the stars and the rain are made of the same material? Rare silk from the empress's robes. The silkworms themselves, full of jealousy, while weaving her magnificent kimono, created a ladder, so delicate, any human cannot climb it, and hid away in the sky, hoarding their beautiful thread. But every once in a while, they share the strands with the rest of the world, but only for one night, and if you are lucky enough, you can catch it in your hands.