Shape/I Am a Tree Copyright, ID # 1834308 All Rights, 06/30/2026, Constance La France Plagiarism Prohibited
(Re-posted) June 30, 2026/ Human Written For the International Contest, Tree Sponsor, Seth Pina, Judged 07/02/2026
Second Place
* I am slipping into a dream, I am in a forest of trees so beautiful and I see myself a tree, my roots deep in the earth my branches raised to the sun. I am strength and I am courage. A river flows past me like a stream of glass. I am tranquility and serenity. The winds are whistling through my weeping leaves like a violin crying and echoing in the forest. I gave to life all the soul I had in me, all the tears, trembling, throbbing- and all the pain fell as Autumn leaves. My pain drifted away in red, and orange decay I rested under the snow and placed on a cloak of pure white beauty, then, in the Spring I put on an emerald gown so pretty and lovely.
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