Once there was a girl who fell in love with a tree that grew in her green backyard.
It was the most odd love scene you could imagine or know.
She hugged it and kissed its rough, scrappy bark and danced with it in the dark.
She would sing sweet songs and straighten its branches and leaves. She read it books and watered its roots. Helped butterflies build nests and found the best branches to put up a hammock.
Fairy houses on the ground near the orange lilies at its roots for good luck.
The neighbors saw her love and gawked at the weirdness.
“Oh my dear tree,” she would say “Your branches are so strong the squirrels and birds live safely here.”
“You are perfect we all agree.”
The dear tree loved the girl; he stood there day and night and never ran away or started a fight.
His branches were cool in the shade and a place for her to put on a display.
Their love was a leafy delight and seemly absurd. But the tree and the girl never spoke a harsh word.
Georgia
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