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Prompt: Write a Prime and then a Reverse-Prime about the trees in your village. The Prime is built up in this way: Line 1: 1 word Line 2: 2 words Line 3: 3 words Line 4: 5 words Line 5: 7 words Line 6: 11 words Line 7: 13 words. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Bare
branches laugh at the wind pushing, pulling, twisting, bending, whipping its arms and fragile fingers wildly about but to no avail, the wind's strong gale gives into submission as the tree stands tall, ready to prevail in the next awaiting battle. Fragrant buds, bursting forth color, offer the branches a new air for spring. Petals bloom like an artist's brush splashing pastels upon its canvas. Hummingbirds drink the sweetness bestowed upon them while bees hover impatiently like golden jewels adorning a new dress.
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