Lisa added that there's an (early) February Blossom Festival in Japan – only 3 hours from Tokyo, if you're passing. But the photos look lovely.
Lisa's Choice A faint chirp was heard at the top of the tree. Following the gentle wind rustling sound of dry leaves. It's dying. It's dead, Mr. Henry grieved. I will never forget her beautiful smile. I remember that day, Cherry Blossom! Surprised at the sachet of seed I gave her, she loved it, of course, wishing for it to grow. As time goes by, it sprouts and grows until it becomes a tree. But why? Mr. Henry swings the axe and strikes at the dead tree. The birds fly. It felt without leaves, without branches, without you, but still lives in my heart. Lisa added that there's an (early) February Blossom Festival in Japan – only 3 hours from Tokyo, if you're passing. But the photos look lovely.
Christa Loughrey
16/2/2024 08:53:39 am
I hope that a from the dying tree has fallen to the ground and will grow into a new tree, giving the writer a visual point for their fond memories.
Paul A. Freeman
16/2/2024 11:32:49 am
We do get attached to our trees.
Pamela Kennedy
16/2/2024 02:42:48 pm
So lovely! Comments are closed.
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