Where I come from ... beautiful oaks come alive and join arms over roads that lead home.
Where I come from ... towering trees whisper sweet nothings.
Where I come from ... the sun wishes it could shine high every day of its four seasons.
Where I come from ... sugar couldn't be sweeter.
Where I come from ... birds sing southern praises as if they were hymnals.
Where I come from ... screens are a man's best friend.
Where I come from ... hot is our favorite lament.
Where I come from ... dusk is ripe for hide and seek.
Where I come from ... fireflys light the swamp.
Where I come from ... stories are lives filled with the happiest of sorrows.
Where I come from ... secrets are generations old waiting to be told.
Where I come from ... mockery is tolerated because it is they who are ignorant.
Where I come from ... loyalty goes beyond blood.
Where I come from ... spirit steeps true and runs deep.
Where I come from ... suffering sparks a movement and delights the literary world.
Where I come from ... flowers wilt in the shade and bloom in the heat.
Where I come from ... pineapples welcome me home and bid you good night.
Where I come from ... is where I intend to stay.
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Oh, I like this a lot. Have you visited festivl of trees yet? This would make nice entry, or something similar.
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Thank you Jasmine. Why no, I have never visited the festival of trees. I will have to do that!
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