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Under The Laden Blossoming Tree

Everything has changed in a jiffy The sun is balmy, the grass is green And no trace of winter can be seen. I ventured out on my usual nature stroll To penetrate beauty, breathe fresh air And mingle with nature that is so dear. I walked along a clear- cut path contemplating the mystery of the benevolent sky, analyzing the soul of the city while communicating with the swirling wind. It’s a beautiful day filled with children at play groups of children assembled on the playing ground and instructors and parents hanging around. Tiny tots, elementary school age, strong headed teenager were all apart of this enthralling game. The tiny tots could hardly hold their bats Fathers’ gathered around helping their boys as they struggle to make an accurate shot. Something spectacle caught my eyes from a distance a laden tree decorated with beautiful flowers pulled me along a magnificent path. I couldn’t help but tossed myself under the tree. I lie on the splendid grass beneath the laden tree and stared intensely towards the heavens above me laden branches juxtaposed against the thrilling blue sky reminds me that life is beautiful and divine. Passionate pinkish-hued flowers hanged cheerfully above me while dozens of bee suck nectar from their nourishing blossom. I lie very still focusing on the scenery above me trying to figure out the unknown so that I can compose a true story of my own. It was a magical moment all wrapped up in the appealing blue sky I watched the sun forced its way through the laden branches and penetrated my entire face with its glaring ray of light. Birds lands upon the crammed branches singing melodious tunes and a gently wind passed through swiftly scattering petal over me. Not far from the blossoming tree a naked tree with dry branches dressed up in winter boots, encumbered with winter gown is still feeling the winter punishment from inside out. beaten and battered red buds lingered on the tip of dry branches trying desperately to bloom again. The laden blossoming tree leaning against the clear blue sky with its pinkish-hued flowers and gleaming sunlight paved the way for a brand new day. ©2015 Christine Phillips

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