The Wishing Tree
Children would gather, with hope in their eyes and tying bright ribbons beneath the summer skies.
In a hidden meadow, where sunlight would stream, Stood a magnificent oak, a majestic dream.
Its branches reached high, like arms in the sky. Whispers of wishes flowed as leaves fluttered by.
Children would gather, with hope in their eyes, tying bright ribbons beneath the summer skies, for it was whispered that this magical tree held the power to grant what your heart yearned to see.
A young boy named Leo, with a wish in his hand, tied a red ribbon to the bark's weathered strand.
He wished for a friend to share laughter with and light someone to play with, on this warm summer night.
The next day, he skipped back with a grin on his face.
A new friend was beside him, a girl at his pace.
They played, and they giggled beneath the oak's shade. The magic of wishes was displayed in laughter.
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Bishnu Kumar
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