Author

Ramesh Balaji

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The wind blew the trees out of their peaceful positioning. The willows that hung down softly began to shimmer into a mysterious dance; one only the wind understood. Trickles of water spewed out from the bottom of the willow downs and as they blew back and forth, the droplets were solemnly forced to exit from the leafs’ tight grasp. This forbids the once home driven rainfall to turn away from the murky clouded separated puddles…

the amiable lilac bush Stumbling out of the forest, I came upon a meadow With the sun shining above and the grass green below. In the middle of this fresh, flowery field stood a lilac bush: Purple, tall, and proud. I set down my blanket before it and pull out my picnic basket. Half for me, half for the lilac bush, both wrapped in gingham: Pastries and little sandwiches, fizzy drinks and chocolates. Treats for…