May 7, 2019•83 words
Inspired by: A dream and its rememberance.
You were a tree. Not too tall but not very short either. The foliage wasn't thick but not thin enough to make the tree look bare and deciduous. Ample light passed through the leaves. The temperature was neither hot, nor cold. It was neither dark, nor bright. There was a breeze.
I stood there, knowing that it is you and the flowers kept falling on and around me.
© Chandra S.