There was a tree that grew music.
In spring, it sprouted symphonies. March overtures became triumphant swellings by May. On a mild April day, the melodies shamed the birds to silence.
In summer, the music continued, but it seemed to most that it was dimmer, paler. Not a patch on its earlier stuff, most people said.
In fall, it was nearly bare. A couple crisp, drying notes still clung to the branches. The birds sang over them and they shriveled in silence.
Come winter, there was no music left.
But spring would come again soon enough.
Word Count: 96
This is for Friday Fictioneers. Thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for running the challenge and Anshu Bhojnagarwala for providing the prompt photo!
Loved the idea of a music tree
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A melody for all seasons.. Nicely done.
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A lovely concept, delightful.
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Lovely, lyrical story!
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A tree, music and the seasons all living together in perfect harmony! Lovely
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Violet stole my line!
Enjoyble read.
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I like that idea of music springing from the trees and your description of it coming and going with the seasons. Lovely stuff
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A beautiful idea of a musical tree mirroring the seasons. I suppose it doesn’t like the music of wolf song and crow croaks.
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Wonderful idea for this take. Lovely.
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What a great idea.I love how you’ve shifted the mood with each season, and the changing role of the birds.
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