She Sits

She sits underneath the tree as she catches the leaves when they fall and listens to the wind as it whispers her name.
She sits underneath the tree watching the snow flakes gently lay themselves to sleep onto the soft ground.
She sits underneath the tree and smiles at the world around her as it absorbs color that it has awaited for seasons.
She sits underneath the tree watching little children run through sprinklers with popsicle residue on their faces.
She sits underneath the tree.





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