The Water Tree
Flash fiction
It shimmered in the
evening sky.
Brilliant reds and
oranges highlighted the branches that almost looked like they were reaching
out.
The water was so still
that it appeared to be holding its breath.
Not a sound could be heard
for miles. Everything was so peaceful that it was perfect.
If you focused on the
tree and the still water you could meditate and let the colors surround you in
a soft tranquil space.
Let’s all go there and
leave our troubles behind.
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