She sheds her leaves like tears as the autumn of the year arrives. She knows that the time is short and the children will be returning inside once more.
She remembers the spring of the year when her new shoots of leaves grew thick in abundance and the children first came out in the afternoon sun frolicking among her branches.
She then remembers the summer of the year and how the children played in the secret place of her sheltering arms. They would also swing from her many branches as she rocked them back and forth.
How sad that winter will soon be upon her and the children will only come out on a seldom sunny day. Her branches will be locked in ice and will no longer be a welcoming place for the children. She prepares herself for those lonely cold days ahead.
And yet, she dreams of spring.
So beautiful Sheri. It does seem at times like trees are friends with feelings. Thanks for sharing!
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Pam
poetic! space it out into broken lines and hat would be a beautiful poem!
ReplyDeleteThanks Pam, I think so too. I love all trees! ;)
ReplyDeleteThanks Tara, I actually had started it that way & then I thought it would just be a flash.
I love the weeping willow.
ReplyDeleteThanks Michael. It is one of my daughter's trees & I couldn't help but imagine what it might be feeling. ; )
ReplyDeleteAh, Sheri, I found your blog after all. This is lovely. It could be tweaked to be a picture book. Really think about it. It's a great metaphor for all the seasons, and seasonal picture books are always in demand.
ReplyDeleteYes that's true Elizabeth. I just seem so busy right now with my sequel. Perhaps later??? ;)
ReplyDeleteVery beautiful Sheri. Thanks for sharing!
ReplyDeleteAlso, I have an award with your name on it at my blog.
Thanks Jennifer, I'll have to go & check that out! ;)
ReplyDeleteOh, I am a tree lover. They end up in my stories, my paintings, my poems. I recently took a trip to Boston and when I got home and went to show my daughters the pictures I took, I realized they were all of trees - some gorgeous weeping willows in Boston Garden.
ReplyDeleteI am too Ruth, it might have been my many years of reading Tolkien that inspired it, but I can't help but love trees of all sorts. I would be the same way! Lol! I love a good weeping willow! :)
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