Friday, January 8, 2010

A Different Kind of Fall

A beautiful tree stood in the middle of a green clearing alluringly, overshadowing earth. Its lime green leaves, wet with dawn's dew, reflected the young sun's red rays. The tree was a fire flower.

A magnificent blue river that made its way from far lands, curled around the tree. The tree's roots intertwined with the river's sweet water, for the river was in love with the tree, and the tree without the river was nothingness.

The tree was home and the river was verve.

The day the river ran dry, the tree cried its branches bare.

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The Song: Until The Last Moment - Yanni