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In an effort to improve my writing skills I will be taking some time to practice describing objects and or events. I hope that this will help me in the future. Let us see how it goes. Today I will try to talk about a leaf.

The Gentle Leaves
There grows a tree in a forest. This tree is not young nor is it old. It's roots are deeply intertwined and dug into the ground. It's bark is worn from bearing both strong winds and rain. It's has survived and thrived for many years. This tree grows. The limbs and branches are outstretched as if trying to embrace the sun and the sky itself. These branches thrive with the tree. As if by some miracle small buds spring forth from the branches of the branches. This is nothing new for the tree. It has been through many seasons and has cycled through this before. The days have passed into weeks. The buds are starting to bloom. The buds blossom into leaves. Each leaf can only be described as only as green. It's true colors and beauty cannot be so easily grasped. The leaves themselves, much like the tree, grow towards the sky and sun as if trying to consume it. The leaves are like little trees. Each one is rooted into the tree and they have small branch like extensions that reach upwards. Their roots are strong, like the tree. The winds blow and thrash the leaves about, but the leaves stay rooted. The winds howl in anger and frustration at it's inability to remove the leaves from the branches. The leaves themselves provide cover to those who seek it's shelter from the rain or sun. They possess a certain softness almost gentle quality.



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The End



Speak as if only to say something.



-Cezar-

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