Margaret sighed heavily, she recalled when this field had been covered in trees as far as the eye could see, thick woodlands bustling with activity. Birds constantly twittering, foxes always lurking, and occasional a dim witted sheep bleating annoyingly. She missed those days but as they said, everything had to change.
And farming had its place, we all needed food and it had to be grown somewhere but she missed the others, it was kind of lonely being here on your own, nothing to do, nothing to see.
As the wind picked up and her leaves rustled she sighed sadly.
Crimson’s Creative Challenge #142
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I feel for her. It’s sad being all alone
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It is indeed 😟
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😍
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Being alone can be a challenge indeed
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I often have that thought when I see a lone tree … they must miss the wonder of nature’s busyness 🙂
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I expect so
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Love how you’ve written it from the tree’s pov & left it to the last to reveal it. Wonderfully written, cleverly done 🙂
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Thanks, I thought it suited the prompt 🙂
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Indeed 🙂
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