She has a graceful twist to her trunk and she throws her arms wide and free as she dances alone.
Behind her stand two disapproving bachelors and to the left, like a bevy of wallflower debutantes with their chaperon, a little grove of young apple trees, sprouts from the parent trunk.
5 comments:
Good imagination. You should probably consider becoming a writer. :)
Dancing, for sure. 'The trees of the field shall clap their hands'.
I love your words, they fit this beautiful old tree and those surrounding it wonderfully.
Whatever the music has as a beat, it is in tune and matches our heart beats
Love this. I smiled. Thank you! 💖
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