Standing alone in a barren field, no friend except the animals that inhabit her, stands the crooked sapling. Bent over slightly and with one branch broken and almost touching the floor she looks like a little old lady with a walking stick. Stood as bright and as butiful like a Christmas tree she’ll never be she sways slightly in the breeze. Not decorated by just anyone like the Christmas tree but choosen espesialy by mother nature to stand for all to see her skills.
Small spiderwebs hanging from branches are now frozen looking crystal snowflakes shinning in the new days sun. fresh silken strands with dimond dewdrops twinkle like a string of lights. Coloured leaves of gold and red hang from the half naked branches replace the hanging baubles. Frost standing to attention like upside down iceicles cover the tree like tinsel. At the top a frosted nest stands shinning bright like a star. A sprinkling of soft white snow adds the finishing touch to the sapling.
Stood alone never to be a Christmas tree stood bright and beautiful in someones home but stood majestic and proud in the lounge of mother nature for everyone and thing to see and enjoy.
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