I walked under the boughs as they reached out to the sky, waving. I strolled on, in awe. The candyfloss pink blossoms smiling at the sun, as it's radiant beams guarded their rose-pink petals, protecting it, defending the blossom. The vibrant green leaves rustled in the cool breeze. Its central core - the trunk. And the roots, as they hold it's upper beauty in place, not allowing any other to budge it from it's resting place.
It is a tree. My tree.
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