my writing corner

in a field, a girl sits with her knees to her chest, her arms wrapped around her legs, with her hair over a shoulder. she releases her legs and kneels, picking up a handful of dirt. she stands. looking to the sky, she lets the dirt flow through her fingers. a peaceful expression falls to her face as her hair and clothes start to ripple. she grows taller. her hair changes to colorful tree branches, her torso and face becoming the trunk with marvelous colors. her arms reach toward the sky as two thick branches. her feet become rooted and colorful tree roots arch and twist over the earth before burying deep into the ground. in a field, a tree stands in its grandeur and beautiful color. soemthing about the tree gives the impression of it reaching to the sky... in an almost human way... almost... a sense... but in a rippling breeze, it is gone. just a tree, in it's natural grandeur.