Good morning dear friends! It's snowing here for me, I don't know how long it will be, but it's noticed. Maybe I'll go out later and make a snowman. Story stump: I grew up and spent years in the shade. As I grew so did I expand. The branches provided a nice shade and were studded with leaves. Then the branches slowly became heavier and I could barely carry them, the years took their toll and I knelt down. The branches started to break and fall down, my tree cracked and then people with motorbikes came and cut down a tree. Now I am a witness that there used to be a tree here. Have a nice day! *********************************************************************************** Dobro jutro dragi prijatelji! Evo kod mene upravo veje sneg, dokle će ne znam ali je zabelelo. Možda izadjem kasnije i napravim jednog sneška. Priča panj: Godinama sam rastao i pravio hladovinu. Kako sam rastao tako sam se širio. Grane su pravile lepu hladovinu i bile su načičkane listovima. Onda su polako grane postajale sve teže i jedva sam ih nosio, godine su učinile svoje i eto pokleko sam. Grane su se počele lomiti i padati dole, raspuklo mi se stablo i onda su došli ljudi sa motorkama i posekli drvo. Sada sam ja tu svedok da je ovde nekada bilo drvo. Želim vam lep dan!
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Sneg veje li veja,a mnogi panjevi pričaju baš ovakve zanimljive priče.
Hello my friend, I feel sad when a tree or plant dies