The tree on the mountan
Sprawling leaves like a fountain
So pleasant and green
Beckoning for me
To sit beside this tree
Home to bird and to bee
It’s old and gentle
Knots in its wood
Its branches are bent
It nearly speaks as if it could
This tree doesn’t judge me
Though wrongs I have done
It shines a sense of free
A sense of freedom
Posted in response to the challenge Setting.
I look over at the waves
Soft breeze on my face
The sun dancing brightly
On the rocks below
I clench my fist tightly
I know I want to go
The wind whips my hair
I almost start to shiver
Despite some recipes that require arms and a torso mine just requires the fuzzy feeling that appears when you’re around the people you love.
First, be close to someone you love.
My name is Noelle. I come from a wealthy family living in Colorado. His name is Jeremiah. He moved with his family from New Mexico. His family is quite poor.
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