The Magic Pear Tree
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The pear tree blossoms were sweet constellations of silky stars, as if born from ancient fairy lore. What a heavenly aroma they imparted to the breeze, imbuing every swirl. The birdsong fluttered as the liveliest of flutes, heady with youth’s merriment. Bumblebees darted and buzzed as the bonniest of springtime bands. Cooperative chaos as a symphony feels so very magical!
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The Magical Pear Tree
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The long abandoned pear tree cracked and sank. Once upon a sweet-time, it had been a bird cafe, a nest hotel, a hub of life. No more. No more. Aging was its mean master, its mortis grasp was absolute. In a gruelling cruelty, its existence fell into a grave lament. It languished, rotting in the dank gloom, sorrow numbed. Ice fettered its soul. Brr! Tremble! Shake! Bleak cold brought such violent shivering; brittle twigs snapped and scattered. Storms as soulless vandals stalked.
The Magical Pear Tree
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The night was a rebel, defying reality to syphon ancient magick from an unseen reservoir. Although the sky was a slate-grey blanket with neither moonlight nor starlight, a dreary drudge of ordinariness, the pear tree’s blossoms shone as stars. Anti-shadows formed beneath its wide hugging branches, its spotlights as roving dapples. In its presence mother nature thrived!
--- Creative Writing on 'The Magical Pear Tree" by Angela Abraham ---
The Happy Pear Tree
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The pear tree blossoms were sweet constellations of silky stars, as if born from ancient fairy lore. What a heavenly aroma they imparted to the breeze, imbuing every swirl. The birdsong fluttered as the liveliest of flutes, heady with youth’s merriment. Bumblebees darted and buzzed as the bonniest of springtime bands. Cooperative chaos as a symphony feels so very magical!
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The Sad Pear Tree
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The long abandoned pear tree cracked and sank. Once upon a sweet-time, it had been a bird cafe, a nest hotel, a hub of life. No more. No more. Aging was its mean master, its mortis grasp was absolute. In a grueling cruelty, its existence fell into a grave lament. It languished, rotting in the dank gloom, sorrow numbed. Ice fettered its soul. Brr! Tremble! Shake! Bleak cold brought such violent shivering; brittle twigs snapped and scattered. Storms as soulless vandals stalked.
---Creative Writing on 'The Magical Pear Tree"Â by Angela Abraham ---
The Hopeful "Rebel' Pear Tree
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The night was a rebel, defying reality to syphon ancient magick from an unseen reservoir. Although the sky was a slate-grey blanket with neither moonlight nor starlight, a dreary drudge of ordinariness, the pear tree’s blossoms shone as stars. Anti-shadows formed beneath its wide hugging branches, its spotlights as roving dapples. In its presence mother nature thrived!
