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 Under the Pohutukawa Tree  I can hear the trees whispering like the wind blowing gently. I hear the overlapping waves splashing over the shore. There is the sound of seagulls high up in the sky. I can hear the gentle noise of leaves from the trees swishing softly like petals floating around. I hear the children shouting and laughing on the beach. I see orange crabs scattering on the golden sand. The sky is as blue as the sea and the ocean is shimmering like silver. The Pohutukawa tree stands as still as a brand new statue. The red petals flutter like butterflies flying down. On the horizon I see ships like little dots of ink. I can feel the warm heat reflecting on my face like a light shining on me. The sand is running through my toes. It feels like snakes encasing every part of my feet. The petals of the Pohutukawa flowers feel like silk from a silkworm, as I collect them in my hands. Article posted April 16, 2008 at 02:15 AM • comment (1) • Reads 459 • see all articles |
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