A writer’s life is a life of exile under trees.
When a writer plots a story, she is seeking shade, as a story develops, we see a tree branch out, right under winter’s coldness…
A tree takes the Sun in through its barks; it feels good to see leaves pick axing their way out, this happens in spring time.
Summer time is when a story is in its fullest swing, as a tree stands tall and feels fully packed with leaves and out stretched branch arms, everyone enjoys going under a tree in a sunny summer day, mostly in bare feet, or watch kids swimming in a pool nearby, while sitting on a beach, wearing only shorts and T-shirts, or swimsuits, and the story continues, reaching its peak then.
A story begins to wrap up as autumn arrives, tree leaves turn red, orange, or brown, leaf raking gathers meanings now, by concluding a story.
When winter says it is time to stop growing, it means tree barks look like cold, dark flames, a story complete. It’s time to stay indoor, cuddle close to the fire in your living room, let a beautiful story warm your heart or move you to tears.
A tree’s life is a story’s life, tree planting is story telling…
Think about it, write your story masterfully, the way trees grow and shine perfectly.
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