I stood and admired a beautiful tree swaying in the
breeze. The branches clicking as softly as the sound of a pin dropping on
tiles. As I walked the multi-coloured leaves crunched as my feet squashed the
grass. I stopped and gazed at the small, tall, fat trunk that is as fat as a
pregnant pig lying in the mud. Some of the branches are so small that they look
like one thousand spider webs in between each chunky, big branch. The bark hurt
as I lay my hand upon it. The leaves were amazing as they danced gracefully in
the wind and twirled, softly to the ground, where the big, heavy stump slopped
down making it look like a fat elf sitting in the sun. I walk away as the
sun squeezed through the branches and on to my back.
By BO
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