It was there that they planted her. Once upon a time, when they were young and very much in love.
It was there that they planted her. There, where the sun was full. There where the rains fell, trickling down, through her, into the surrounding fields.
It was there that they planted her, but it was she that brought forth from the womb of her earthen mystery, the tree.
The tree that once grew and blossomed, as she would have. The tree that served as a living reminder, that she had lived.
The tree that watched over them, much as they had envisioned themselves watching over her. The day they welcomed her into their world. Into their lives. Into their hearts.
Only to find, she had no intention of staying.
Once upon a time, when they were young and very much in love..
Posted for Crimson’s Creative Challenge #27
Thru Violet's Lentz 
Oh, I do love this. And mention of Maypole dancing, I’m seeing a may-tree here (hawthorn).
And I’ve just discovered I hadn’t got you on follow, yet I’m sure that I had. Is WP at it again? Anyway, I have now. No reason to miss a thing. Yipee, cos I do like your writing
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Beautiful once again 🙂💜🌼 Lovely write.
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This is really beautiful Violet! ❤
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So wise…
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I feel like there’s a duality in the planting, a hint at the many types of fertility. Nice job!
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Beautifully written, Violet!
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beautiful poetic prose, repetition makes the difference, the right lines at the right moments –
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beautiful and poignant Violet … s growing memorial 🙂
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