Night thoughts - 3. - Because why not
Be glad i think back at each one, though memory seems to make different each thought, all the same, to me, it's worthwhile time spent slowing steady into closing eyes, the warm day among some shading calls my name i agree to the area beneath the willow
Star Gazing: Chapter 2
She and her fox friend lay under their willow tree, staring at the stars above them, a tent only inches away from them. "do you think it'll be just like in the movies?" ellie pondered. she stared at sarah for a bit.
Safe Harbor (1/3)
As the vines of the willow tree continued to push into the body of the stimulated fox the leaves on his body began to grow more organized.
Moon TIde: Chapter 1
Several blocks from the church, in one of the three town parks, someone sat down beneath the two hundred year old willow tree. someone was 19 years old, with short cobalt blue hair, just dyed this morning.
Chance or Fate
Their hair draped over them like the hanging curtains of the willow tree as they gazed into the luminous eyes of the other, drinking in every expression their partner wore.
The River Moss
Still looking around for anyone else who had risen before the sun, dagen slipped into the cover of a willow tree, its long, drooping branches isolating him from the outside world.
Safe Harbor (2/3)
When nothing happened initially the fox wondered if this was some sort of prank, or if they were about to do something to him similar to the willow tree.
Basil and Sketch Pt 1 of 3
Basil walked through the trees of the park and sat back down under the big willow tree as some leaves fell down onto his muzzle.
NightSky
tree and rested my back up on its side then i started looking up at the sky but i was look pass the sky i was looking at the stars there were soo many its hard to believe there are so many and we can never touch them,its kind of looking at the ocean vast
New Recruits
Kale's tree, it turned out, was a beautiful willow tree, and leon's was an elm. it seemed odd to the two men that they had planted apple seeds, but were growing different trees altogether.
A Far Green Country
trees.
Goodbye
Her green eyes glowed with that same artist sprit that drew him toward ria, along with that luscious black hair billowing around angled face and long neck like that of vines of a willow tree. "my ria." _for a better world without hate.