Incredible India Poetry Contest | week 8 | Small Moments of love

syedabatool (60)in Incredible India • 4 days ago

Hello !

My dear steemian fellows! I am @syedabatool from Pakistan 🇵🇰. Today I participate in the contest that is organized by "@mamun123456". The topic of contest that is "Incredible India Poetry Contest | week 8 | Topic:- Small Moments of love".so, without wastage of time let's start.

So I am very excited to share a story about me and share a nature picture that show you a story and this tree is more old and when I see I recall this story that is connected to heart and nature and like a moment of a memory like a special memory for me . So I shared a picture first then I start a story.

^{A more old tree and with moon looks different and this tree is my childhood tree and now it's old 🥹 this tree contain many memories ❤️‍🩹

Picture is from my own house tree🙂‍↔️}

This is my feelings about my village and my childhood time like past time but they contain some feeling and emotions also now I see this tree my eyes fill with tears 😩.

There once existed an old tree that stood still in my house. Its branches stretched wide such that shade appeared in the summer. During any winter season, they did dance along with the wind.

For many years the children of a nearby village played under it like my street friends. They carved their names on its bark they tied swings from its branches and they sat near the river to share secrets.

I existed among those children.i loved that tree best. Whenever I was sad, I would sit under its shade, also I listened to the soft sound of the flowing river. No words could give comfort to me.Nature however, did. The tree became as my friend since it held all of me memories such as treasures that were hidden in its roots plus leaves.

Life changed as the time passed on. I grew older. I left the village in order to study, then in order to work, and also finally in order to build my own family. The tree did remain alive in my heart even yet. Each season, the rustling leaves were remembered after the wind blew through my window.

Each time rain fell, I always recalled the earth's smell near this tree. My life and memories were tied quietly together with nature like threads in a cloth.

I did return to that village after some years. The tree was still there though older and weaker with thinner bark plus rough branches. I with my trembling hands, touched it and all of her childhood memories came back like my laughter, tears, and dreams. Memories, however, stay alive through the whisper of nature .

The picture that I show lower in which a weak branches and older or thin that you can see.

^{A sparrow sit on a tree branches look like past memories when I sit under a tree

When you zoom the picture you also see a little sparrow 🌸

Picture is taken by me 💗}

So I share a paragraph with my deep emotional words means why I wrote this story I write this story and tell like I share my memories with my all steemian friends and when I share this then main theme isto recall everyone memories when they read my story they also think about their past and feel happiness and peace in heart.

when I recall my past with nature, memories and my beautiful life I miss more this life .I wish that I also spend this life now .I realized that nature never forgets it holds our joys, our tears, and our stories, making us feel that some bonds last forever and this is like a small moment of my life._

I hope u like my post so I invite my friends to participate in the contest :
@suboohi and @Hamzayousafzai and @anailuj1992