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The Weeping Willow Tree
My tree was down the hill from my grandparent’s house in North Carolina. The tree I called mine was a gigantic weeping willow. It was my place to where I could be alone, where reality could be left behind, and where I could daydream.
This massive weeping willow tree was my private place where I could be all alone. It seemed to stretch up to the sky, letting the light come through in shafts through a canopy of green leaves, and long skinny branches joined together to make a green umbrella. There are all shades of green and browns, with the sun teasing in and out of the branches, and leaves creating yet more beautiful hues. I remember the way carpet of soft green grass felt under my bare feet, the sounds of cracking twigs. Once in a while, if I listened carefully a rustle of little creatures scurrying back and forth. From time to time I would catch a glimpse of a little brown or gray bushy tail. He would stop along his way and wonder at the strange almost gauche thing called man that was either reading, singing or playing music in its territory. This is where my realism stopped. …show more content…
My world under the tree was like being in a snow globe, safe and protecting. Mountains surrounded the tree served as the walls. These walls provided beauty, silence, mystery and comfort. The sky was the glass of the globe; it’s joined with the mountains and the ground. Some days the glass was bright blue with puffy white clouds, other days it was cloudy with little blue. I was the tiny spot in the globe that one could only see if they looked really hard. Here in my safe haven is where I dreamt about my wedding day. As I sat with my back against its thick strong trunk, I would close my eyes and dream. In my dream, I would be married under the weeping Willow. Its long slender branches separated as if it was a curtain held back with ties. The ties were made of yellow Bulbous Buttercups and violet colored Viola Rostrata intertwined together. Just through the opening the preacher and my groom stood waiting for the princess bride to arrive. Under the weeping willow was the perfect places to drink in all the nature while letting your mind
The Weeping Willow Tree
My tree was down the hill from my grandparent’s house in North Carolina. The tree I called mine was a gigantic weeping willow. It was my place to where I could be alone, where reality could be left behind, and where I could daydream.
This massive weeping willow tree was my private place where I could be all alone. It seemed to stretch up to the sky, letting the light come through in shafts through a canopy of green leaves, and long skinny branches joined together to make a green umbrella. There are all shades of green and browns, with the sun teasing in and out of the branches, and leaves creating yet more beautiful hues. I remember the way carpet of soft green grass felt under my bare feet, the sounds of cracking twigs. Once in a while, if I listened carefully a rustle of little creatures scurrying back and forth. From time to time I would catch a glimpse of a little brown or gray bushy tail. He would stop along his way and wonder at the strange almost gauche thing called man that was either reading, singing or playing music in its territory. This is where my realism stopped. …show more content…
My world under the tree was like being in a snow globe, safe and protecting. Mountains surrounded the tree served as the walls. These walls provided beauty, silence, mystery and comfort. The sky was the glass of the globe; it’s joined with the mountains and the ground. Some days the glass was bright blue with puffy white clouds, other days it was cloudy with little blue. I was the tiny spot in the globe that one could only see if they looked really hard. Here in my safe haven is where I dreamt about my wedding day. As I sat with my back against its thick strong trunk, I would close my eyes and dream. In my dream, I would be married under the weeping Willow. Its long slender branches separated as if it was a curtain held back with ties. The ties were made of yellow Bulbous Buttercups and violet colored Viola Rostrata intertwined together. Just through the opening the preacher and my groom stood waiting for the princess bride to arrive. Under the weeping willow was the perfect places to drink in all the nature while letting your mind