Monday, 29 April 2013

Personification

A tree.
At the corner of our little village, there stood an old tree which looked like it was there for 60 years. When it rains, I would look out of the window and see the branches of the old tree danced and swayed as the strong wind blew against it. Leaves would fall onto the ground gently during autumn, and I used to play with the leaves along with my friends.

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