The pixie wrote him a letter on the dried leaf.
“happy birthday!”
But as she reached to gift the letter to him,
She saw a dreadful sight.
She could not believe her eyes.
She was sad in grief.
She glared blankly at him.
But thoughts in the memories.
Tears paved their way.
She recollected the wise words he used to say.
The way she came to him for consolations,
For advises.
The way she along with her human friends came played along.
The way he always remained calm and always there …right there where she stood at the moment.
Now all she saw were the rings visible to her sight.

“200 years old today, how mean can the humans be? You deserved more; not the concrete wall but you deserve to be here.”
– in a sigh she said.