Winds
The wind blows and the branches dance, to the tune of sweet harmony. It will end as the storm brewing drowns out the peaceful tune and returns with the beating of angry drums. The branches weak and breakable begin to fall. Mourning the loss, the tears falls from the sky, washing away all traces of life.
By Midniteangel
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Cora
20:23 Nov 11 2021
I can really feel an hear this. Excellent description.