Mother Bear wandered these woods for a good hundred years. Her cubs were many and had populated the region, valleys and mountains, and beyond.
Mother Bear was tired. It was time for her to rest. One day in early fall, she fell asleep under a majestic beech tree surrounded by oak and did not wake up. By early December, her thick brown coat was layered with yellow and burnished chestnut red leaves.
Three Springs passed. On the fourth, mushrooms sprang from her resting place. Blue butterflies came from far and near to pay Mother Bear homage. She watches and smiles from her star that rises every morning with the sun.
Sadje is the host of What do you see?
That is a long sleep when barnacles start to grow on you.
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Permanent sleep that turns one into compost for mushrooms and minerals for butterflies.
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What a beautiful story! I’m glad Mother Bear lives on in the heavens.
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Thank you, Autumn, yes.
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Such a sweet story. Thanks a lot Li for joining in the challenge.
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You’re very welcome, Sadje.
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💖♥️
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Great take on the prompt, Li! 🙂
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Thank you, Shweta 🙂
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My pleasure 😊
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A good end I would say. I wouldn’t mind it for myself…(K)
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I hear you. I already told my kids, none of that embalming or coffin business for me. A “bio bag” with a tree for me.
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My father requested the mountains. Much better than a coffin in a graveyard.
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Thats a great story…it should be animated.
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Good idea, Max 🙂
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No kidding Lisa…it would make a great one…or a kids book
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Maybe one day 🙂
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This is so sweetly satisfying.
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🙂 Thanks Chris!
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