Branching Out

I wasn't a horse any more, i was a tree, a tall proud tree dominating the backyard and granting shade to any who cared to partake in it. it was perfect, it was almost exactly how i imagined it, and so much better as well.

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Parenthood - Part 2

Rebecca picked a shady spot under the tree in their backyard, and after sitting patiently for her mother to sit down too, began to hungrily munch on her sandwich.

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Happy Tree Friends Oneshots ch. 6

The rest of the day went on with the tree friends trying on the various rides manned by the very residents of happy tree town, with the sun starting to set and the carnival attendants going home one by one, the tree friends bid farewell.

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The Tree

We sat by the tree, where we use to think, laugh, and play. now we put forth our pain within the roots, hope leaving our souls. they sat by the tree, where they use to think, laugh, and play.

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Colonyship - chapter 3 - Forest

I remember from school that the largest tree on earth is the redwood, the stalks holding up the bulb of the tree i am under right now are about as big as i remember a redwood being.

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He Of the Trees

Without the lads about, there was nothing for hours but the pregnant silence of the twisted trees which were steadfast in their refusal to behave as trees ought.

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Creation Story from The Song of Hannari

And from the great truth thus sprang the oak of hannari, the tree of ages as a gilt sapling.

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Tree

He shouted again, side-stepping just in time to avoid a another tree. the further alex walked the more dense the tree's seemed to be. exhausted, alex stopped to rest, laying against the trunk of a large spruce tree.

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A Good Day to Be a Mammal

Then he also turned towards the tree, leaving her to her fate.

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A New State - medium poem

A hated place, full of misery and doubt, Hated by one and hated by more, Loved by the blind, the dumb, the fake, This is where I make my temporary nest. It's where I tried ending, where I found anew, Love and life, hope and beauty. Looking...

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This Old Tree

Years pass, yet i sit under this old tree still never uttering a word, yet always willing to listen my thoughts, my problems, my world.

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