Poetry 1

A tree falling down, the smell of lilacs. A butterflies wing painted red and blue. The branches crackle as they fall snapping twigs whooshing to the ground and sending up clouds of lilacs into the fragrant air scattering the butterflies into the wind to find peace once again. The lilac petals float gently to the ground. Nature’s called again.

 

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