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Weeping Willow

Weeping Willow

On the edge of a magical lake, you can find a massive tree
whose branches hang so freely. Numerous vine like branches
hang low on all sides, but the right side branches hang slightly lower.
Gently caressing this crystal water, this action cause endless ripples
to expand all across this beautiful lake. Even the sun takes a break
to gaze down and bathe the tree with nurturing light, that praises
this special tree that sleeps deep on the border to a mystical realm.

The way the branches hang low to the bottom, paints a picture of greenish
waterfall. So tall, nature at its' height!
Yet... Nobody can see what lovely sight lingers within.
Stop!... Take your time, look ever so closely and you will seeĀ 
a sprite peering into the world of man...
Wondering where has all the magic gone...
She sing a sad gentle song that adds a dash of loneliness.

Forever this rare tree stands between the stillness of this magical lake
and wake of a dying world. This sprite waits with sadness and a hint of hope. Hoping for magic to reappear and turn back
the hands of time, to chime in a new era of magic!

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