"I'm going soon." said Penny Lee, to the drying grass and the flaming tree.
"To where the wind is warm; I must fly.until it's time for me to return from the sky.
I'll come to you as I did last Spring, when the grass is green and the Robin's sing.
Silence fell over this small scene of woe, as Mr Tree contemplated on Penny having to go.
"Remember Penny, when you first arrived, how my green young branches buddingly thrived?"
"And remember old friend, my young green shoots, spreading my carpet to cover your roots?"
The grass had spoken these whispering words, to the flaming tree and the small tiny bird.
"Yes; I remember", said Penny Lee with a sigh, "how I built my nest in your branches up high."
"How the leaves grew to shade my nest, and if my young fell - how you, Grass cushioned them best."
"Now; in the blueness of the sky my childen soar -- to lay in my nest again; no more."
As the three looked backwards at the sands of time, examining each grain, each moment,-- each kind.
They relived the joys of Summer and Spring, and shuddered to think of what winter would bring.
Soon they remembered the oncoming Spring and the joys that their reunion again would bring.
The sky had grown darker, not a bird to be seen. The mighty tree was bare, and the grass no longer green.
"I have to go now", said Penny Lee, to the now dried grass and the barren tree."
"I'll fly back to you this coming Spring, when the grass is green and the Robin once again sings."
"I will once again build my nest in this budding tree, where we will reunite -- all of us three!"
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