I have a a magic tree.
It’s a beautiful tree.
I grew it myself, you see, from a tiny seed; to a sapling;
and planted it from pot to fertile soil.
Initially, I never knew it was a magic tree.
I bought its seed in a pack with 20 or so others,
no others grew to this magnitude and beauty.
I have a magic tree.
Just like any other tree, it loses its leaves in the fall and blossoms little buds in the spring.
My tree has acorns.
These acorns do not fall; autumn or winter; spring or summer, these acorns refuse to fall.
I found out by chance and a little luck, my little tree had a special talent.
My little tree was not just a tree, it was magic.
My magic tree was able to grant me what I wanted.
Each acorn would grant me something different.
But I learned, my little tree came with circumstances;
I could not abuse the power of my tree.
The tree would only allow one wish to be granted a day;
The wish in question was not to be negative or badly influence a person.
This is the story of my magic tree.
The greatest little seed to sprout to sapling to tree that a young girl could ask.
Unfortunately, several years my little tree was destroyed in a terrible fire located in the forest where I planted my tree long ago.
Now all that is left is the memories of my little magic tree and it’s gift giving wishes.
☮ & ♥