The special pear tree to me
It was summer 2004. It was a happy time. A time I felt joy and comfort. A time I love to remember. The air was warm , the wind softly blowing the only tree in our beautiful garden. My special pear tree , the tree my father and I planted together many moons before. Under the pear tree , we read , we played , we sang , we ate. It was just the 3 of us . My father , me and the special pair tree.
