Dec. 19, 2020
The tree
In the beginning, it is a small tree with a thin flexible stem. It sways in the breeze. The future oak on the hill. It's bright green leaves as well as long smooth branches strain after the light to be filled with power of the sun, and to hug it.
Now He is the best friend for the young tree, and it is unknown yet how much destroying his love could be.
The time goes by. The tree is in bloom, it is occupying more and more space. The tree's big leaves with sharp edges are holding and slitting the sky. The tree has become a part of a nature's circle. It has survived hoarse storm and peace of dawn, burning indignation of the Sun and the animals' love. The tree now has enough strength to share it with acorns.
But the best part of life is going away, life abandons tree so as it starts getting smaller and smaller.
The decline of life has come. Death does not have the one and the only direction. It is pervasive, it penetrates deeply into every cell of the tree, in the end leaving ruins covered with dust.
Mouldering piece of wood is left after, liberating space for new creatures.
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TheA future oak on the hill.
A future oak on the hill.
It's bright green leaves as well asnd long smooth branches strain after the light, to be filled with power of the sun, and to hug it.
Its bright green leaves and long smooth branches strain after the light, to be filled with power of the sun, and to hug it.
Now Hhe is the best friend for the young tree, and it is unknown yet how much destroying his love could be.
Now he is the best friend for the young tree, and it is unknown yet how much destroying his love could be.
If you want "He" to be capitalized (e.g. for poetic effect), "his" should also be capitalized.
The time goes by.
Time goes by.
But the best part of life is going away, life abandons the tree so as it starts getting smaller and smaller. But the best part of life is going away, life abandons the tree so as it starts getting smaller and smaller.
Death does not have the one and the only one direction.
Death does not have one and only one direction.
MA mouldering piece of wood is left after,wards, a liberating space for new creatures.
A mouldering piece of wood is left afterwards, a liberating space for new creatures.
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It feels like you are trying to be a bit poetic here; do you want stylistic corrections in addition to grammatical corrections? There are a few slightly awkward parts I see.
Also, for poetic things, it is hard to tell what grammatical mistakes are actual mistakes, and which ones are intentionally done for poetic effect...
Dec. 20, 2020
Thank you!
Yes, I tried to be more poetic, but it still will be very useful to know what stylistic corrections you would have done.
Dec. 31, 2020
Thank you! Yes, I tried to be more poetic, but it still will be very useful to know what stylistic corrections you would have done.
In the beginning, it is a small tree with a thin flexible stem. It sways in the breeze, a future oak on the hill. It's bright green leaves and long smooth branches strain after the light to be filled with power of the sun, and to hug it.
Now He is the best friend for the young tree, and it is yet unknown how destructive His love can be.
Time goes by. The tree is in bloom, it occupies more and more space. The tree's big leaves with sharp edges hold and slice the sky. The tree has become a part of a nature's circle. It has survived hoarse storm and peace of dawn, burning indignation of the Sun and the animals' love. The tree now has enough strength to share it with acorns.
But the best part of life is going away, life abandons the tree, it starts getting smaller and smaller.
The decline of life has come. Death does not have only one direction. It is pervasive, it penetrates deeply into every cell of the tree, in the end leaving ruins covered with dust.
A mouldering piece of wood is left afterwards, a liberating space for new creatures.
I will say that "hoarse" is not typically a word that someone would use to describe a storm; the boring substitute would probably be "violent".
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The tree |
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In the beginning, it is a small tree with a thin flexible stem. |
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It sways in the breeze. |
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The future oak on the hill.
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It's bright green leaves as well as long smooth branches strain after the light to be filled with power of the sun, and to hug it.
It |
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Now He is the best friend for the young tree, and it is unknown yet how much destroying his love could be.
Now If you want "He" to be capitalized (e.g. for poetic effect), "his" should also be capitalized. |
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The time goes by.
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The tree is in bloom, it is occupying more and more space. |
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The tree's big leaves with sharp edges are holding and slitting the sky. |
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The tree has become a part of a nature's circle. |
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It has survived hoarse storm and peace of dawn, burning indignation of the Sun and the animals' love. |
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The tree now has enough strength to share it with acorns. |
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But the best part of life is going away, life abandons tree so as it starts getting smaller and smaller. But the best part of life is going away, life abandons the tree so as it starts getting smaller and smaller. But the best part of life is going away, life abandons the tree so as it starts getting smaller and smaller. |
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The decline of life has come. |
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Death does not have the one and the only direction.
Death does not have |
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It is pervasive, it penetrates deeply into every cell of the tree, in the end leaving ruins covered with dust. |
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Mouldering piece of wood is left after, liberating space for new creatures.
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