tree stood sentinel over the park, its branches reaching out like gnarled fingers. The summer sun beat down, casting a long, inky shadow on the ground. As the day wore on, the shadow stretched and shifted, a silent sundial marking the passage of time.
Beneath the cool embrace of the shadow, a group of children played. They chased each other through the dappled light, their laughter echoing through the trees. The leaves rustled in the breeze, whispering secrets to the wind.
