how i turned into a tree.

i write things in class when i have thoughts and stuff

The air was cold and it painted my cheeks with the color of the clouds blanketing the setting sun. My fingers grew numb and my toes curled in my boots but I sat and watched the grass grow. It was one of those moments when I could feel my heart and ribs expand with every breath and I could feel myself changing from the inside out. It was so calm in my chest; I wished the sadness away like mist from my lips and breathed in the veil of the worlds. When the last sliver of light retreated to the center of the earth, I looked to the sky and held the moon in the palm of my hand. She glowed with a power that tugged at the water in my veins, pulling my mind and arms to the taunting heavens above as roots planted my feet to the ground, tangling themselves deep beneath the surface.

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Wow such depth and emotions.
This is beuatiful as well.
So nicely written.