Whispers carried by the wind, a tree shares its tales,
Bark a parchment etched with secrets, ancient and frail.
Branches sway in conversation, leaves rustling in glee,
The talking tree, a sage of wisdom, sharing its mysteries.

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Chasing ducks along the river.
Pausing under a big tree for shade.
Knowing nothing about it. But relaxing under it and talking to ownself became a habit. Hearing the voice like the hush of the wind. Happily running towards the duck as though someone had shared words.

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Writing Sprint: Day 33
#talkingtreepoem

There was a talking tree
near our house/
It's about 43 years ago/
The cool shade of the tree
enticed me to take some rest/
After the running and jumping games./
There was a beautiful five headed snake
in the bark of the tree./
Sometimes the snake would sneak
a peek at me and hide under the hole./
As if playing hide-and-seek with me!/
Really,it was thrilling and existing game/
As I hung on the tree's branch/
The tree would say to me,
"Oops! I'm hurting by swinging on the branch.
Don't hang from the branch."
Smartly I ignored those words/
Laughed and kept swinging again./
Just like murmuring dispute between
mother & her child.

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//Read in the caption.

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THE TALKING TREE

still there standing tall, a day came
when it had to fall. The one that
talked to me.. turned into a door,
that tree. And now it got swollen.
That talking tree must have
forgotten its identity or
It had been stolen..

it's faith on the world got
buried just like me.
That day we shared a glance
but were scared to bid
goodbye indeed,
necessary to get away from
the trance.. realizing that
we still hold on to the things that
are long dead and gone, but people
will keep killing and then mourn..! #प्रtiक्षा

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Near my house a coconut tree is there height but no give coconut more years. One day one man came,we said the problem,he said I will try,and he began to speak with it some lovely words.After two months it began to flower.

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Guess if tree starting to talk
What it says I think first of all
It told selfish human beings learn
How to live from me.

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Chasing ducks along the river.
Pausing under a big tree for shade.
Knowing nothing about it. But relaxing under it and talking to ownself became a habit. Hearing the voice like the hush of the wind. Happily running towards the duck as though someone had shared words.

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The Talking Tree

Everybody says human life is really a blessing great,
Supporting truth behind this when everyone accepts,

Being a human, we need to be full of compassion,
Without humanity people behave beyond the dignity,

Live and let live others is the true, ultimate sanctity,
A single unconditional care gives breath to someone,

Getting this pious  opportunity provides satisfaction,
Receiver and donor of kindness becomes a passion. 

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In a hidden grove, where magic lies,
Stood a talking tree, full of surprise.
With leaves that whispered tales untold,
It shared wisdom, both young and old.

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