She woke up after a long, deep sleep, and stretched her limbs. The sky was blue, and the sun was saying good morning.
She breathed in fresh air. She took her time, and dressed in light green.
Time to check on her neighbour. He was still sleeping. That didn’t stop the squirrel scurrying in his top branches.
Willow smiled. Her tall neighbour Beech was always slow to rise.
A songbird alighted on her, and let out its cry:
The sun is shining. I am so sexy. This is my tree! 🎵
I’m not sure I’m his tree, willow rustled in the light wind in response.
Spring had arrived.
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