"A Long ago, I would sit under the beautiful tree during springtime. This tree was near my humble home. There isn't much to it but that was my favorite spot to sit and relax. It has flowers hanging on the branches. So graceful, white flowers would move slowly through the air and land on my shoulders. I would sing and dance with flowers in the air.
As days went by, the summer started to warm outside. The flowers flew away. This tree turned into thick green. It felt warm and filled with the sweet flower smell.
Then the fall came next, the wind whistling the song that I had sung for many years. This tree turned into red, orange, and yellow. They were bright like fireworks. I jumped, hopped, and kicked the fallen leaves. I spun all around and lifted colorful leaves around me. Leaves swirled around me like they were alive.
Fall's colorful leaves withered. It was very cold and very white. The winter had come. Cold, soft sheets of snow were all over. This tree was bare and thin like skeleton. Evethough it was cold, I played with snow. I made fort, snowballs, and snow angels.
Yet, the spring had to come, I looked at this tree. I notice there were buds growing out of tree. Finally, the spring has come! Once again, I am under this spring tree, lying in pile of the beautiful white flowers. To my heart, I will always come back to home. This spring tree is what I call home.
Don't ever forget that. I will always come back..."
"Mama."