Oblivious observations

~ ~M

It was a warm-weathered day as delicate petals pelted and pranced across the pages of an open book. Occasionally, a brisk breeze would materialize, causing a sudden soirée of flowers to take flight, ultimately embellishing the barren pages, which seemed particularly peckish for a poetic phrase. It was as if the tree were purposely parading posies in an attempt to gain the attention of the writer below. But the wordsmith was lost in a world of rhythmic ruminations, never giving the tree a single thought, focusing solely on the stark landscape of her inconsolable book. Had the writer even an inkling about what the tree desired to divulge, she may have taken a moment to meditate, soaking in the silent secrets of her friend above. But as this wasn’t the case, the writer continued to stare blankly, utterly unaware of the many mysteries that were longing to be revealed.

© 2024 Michelle Cook

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14 thoughts on “Oblivious observations”

    1. Thank you, Mike ☺️ me too!Trees seem to always be listening. I feel ever connected to them and feel so happy when I’m surrounded by as many as possible. 🌳

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    1. Yes, I remember you! ☺️ Oh I’m so excited to see you again!Thank you for your kind words about my writing. I’ll have to check out your blog. It’s so good to have you back! 😃

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  5. This is an interesting piece of writing. For some reason, it made me think of the trees in the enchanted wood (from the Faraway Tree series by Enid Blyton) that spoke to the children if they put their arms around the tree and pressed their ear to the truck.

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