Once upon a blue time there was a grandma and her grandchild. Grandma was waking up early in the morning, watering the flowers and gathering grown fruits of the trees. After waking up her grandchild after he woke up directly ran to the garden and looked at his grandma. He sat in a corner until he get rid of sleepiness.
One of the many mornings, while the grandma gathered apples, her grandchild came to her side.
"Good morning grandma. Why are you gathering all the apples?"
His grandma smiled:
"Are you so hungry? Are you asking that to make me prepare breakfast right now?"
"No not that. Wouldn't it be better to gather as much as we eat everyday? So you get less tired..."
His grandma likes to set up nursery rhymes while talking:
"Look at the tree; because of fruits it is nearly demolishing. It's branches touching the ground, it is nearly breaking. If I don't read it's letter, tree; will take offence."
Her grandchild, "What? Letter of the tree?" he screamed. Grandma introduced her riddle once, she ignored his question...
Child catch a glimpse of a purple colored transparent stone; he immidiately forgot the question he asked to his grandma. The stone was brilliant.
Looking with caution, he saw a tiny little door on the surface of the stone. Tiny ants lined up like soldiers entered this door. Child watched them until all of them got inside.
He took the stone in his hands, wandering how so much ants fit into the stone.
At the same moment when he touched the stone, wind began to blow. The leaves of the trees flew here and there.
"Come on apple cheeked child, you too enter through the door!" Hardly understanding from where that voice came, he found himself in front of a door. On the door it was written "Everything here is a letter."
He slowly opened the wooden door and pushed his head inside. This was a garden enriched by blue roses and purple jasmin. In the middle of the garden there was a thin path. The same writing was at the edge of the path: "Everything here is a letter."
The child continued the path with curiosity. He saw clouds in the sky. Each cloud turned into a face and smiled at him. He was not aware that this too was a letter.
A little bit further ahead a bee was dancing from one flower to another.
"Vizzz... vizzz... Hi kid. my life is too short, that's why I have to gather much honey." Saying that he left with a rush.
The child didn't even think what the bee was saying. The ants he saw a while ago were carrying a grasshopper with great effort.
"Huh?, why are you carrying this?? Isn't it too big for you? Your backs will hurt!" he said.
One of the ants smiled: "Actually we are carrying letters to humans. Eh, in the meantime we are taking the grasshopper to our home..."
"What letter? I didn't get it."
"Don't you see how we are carrying a huge grasshopper with cooperation. As we cannot talk humans in their language, we are trying to send letters in our language"
The child was really confused. And was also too tired; he sat under a sycamore.
While he was nearly closing his eyes and fall asleep, a butterfly passed by his eyes dancing. Thousands of colors on butterfly's wings made the child remember how he missed to paint.
The sparrow drinking water from the lake beside him started to sing his song. "Cik cik cikkk..."
The child remembered how he missed to sing.
"What is the name of this lake beautiful bird?"
"It's name is: Bottomless Lake. This too is a letter." squeaked little sparrow. He was nearly flying away.
"Stop one minute, please!" said the child.
"What happened? Why should I stop, I have too many jobs to do!"
"What does ‘Everything here is a letter.’ means?"
The sparrow smiled:
"Each living creature in nature is a letter. Don't you see Hardworking at ants, patience at swallows, hope at leaves, infinity at Bottomless Lake?"
"Ah yes, I get it! We learned running from rabbits, flying from birds, swimming from fishes..."
The child wanted to say more but the sparrow flew away. Deep blue sky mixed with the sparrows wings.
The chiled screamed at the reef beside Bottomless Lake:
"Nature, I understand you now. Did you understand me too?"
His voice fainted and echoed back to him:
"Nature, I understand you now. Did you understand me too?"
On the ground the flowers, at the trees fruits, began to explain the child who they were and from where they came. He listened them all, he thought, and read their letters.
Instantly a cool breeze caress his face.
"Come on, I gathered the apples, let's go inside!"
The child jumped awakening.
"You fell asleep..." said his grandma.
The child never left the purple stone he was holding in his hands. He would put it near his bed and while looking at the colors of the purple stone, which were broken and spreaded in the light, he would read the letters of the nature.

Mavisel Yener