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bush

The speck of dust glided through the air in an endless decent. It twirled and whirled among the thousands of other specks except this dust speck was different. It wasn't a dust specks at all, but a seed. This speck of a seed had been traveling thousands of miles crossing boundaries and land masses no seed had crossed before. Now finally the wind had decided the seed had enough traveling and tossed it to the ground. The seed sat in this spot for hours and hours days and days when finally,  it rained. The rain pounded the seed harshly into the dirt covered ground. The seed was content in this spot. It sproted stationary legs and harnessed it's selve to the ground. It grew up and up, sprouted limbs and grew leaves. The seed was no longer a seed, but a bush. And this bush was content. Kids would walk by every day and look at the Bush. Some edgy teens would grab the Bushes leaves and make the Bush mad. But the Bush could do nothing, for he was just a bush. One day a yellow machine came and tore up the area the Bush resided. The Bush was no longer content, for the Bush was dead

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Lol I wrote this at a food place because mom told me to ♡