"One Picture One Story Week #101"

Assalam o Alaikum !

Hey buddies. I hope all of my buddies having a fantastic day. Buddies mine has been wonderful so far. I am feeling really good today buddies. I hope you are all in the same positive spirit. I also want to give a warm thanks to @suboohi ma'am for inspiring this one picture one story contest. I am @aliraza1234 from Pakistan. Buddies I love to share my personal experience with something that truly stayed with me.

So let’s get started, friends.

In the last month of the year. When the December spread its cool breath across the evenings. There stood a solitary tree beside an old stone path. Its branches were full. Its leaves thick and deep green. It still holding onto the life while the rest of the world prepared to sleep buddies.

December had always been a special time for the tree. The nights grew quieter, softer. If the world itself paused to remember everything it had lived through. Streetlights glowed warmly. It casting golden halos on the tree’s leaves. This making them shimmer like tiny coins saved for wishes.

Every night December brought someone different to the walkway buddies. A man carrying memories heavier than his bags. Buddies the child whose bright eyes held questions about the year gone by. A woman who walked slowly holding her coat tight as if hugging her own thoughts.

The tree watched them all.

It could feel the year’s stories gathering around it. The joys that sparkled. The sorrows heavy as winter air. And though no one noticed. The tree offered what comfort it could. The soothing rustle of the leaves. The gentle sway of the branches. The quiet message that even at the end of the year life still stood tall.

One December evening when the sky turned a soft blue. The lights glowed like lanterns in a dream something unusual happened. A breeze carried a scent of warmth of hope. A new hope born from the ending of one year and the promise of another.

The tree lifted its branches higher, catching the night, catching the moment.

And there, in the soft glow of late December light. It felt the world whisper back:

“Endings are only beginnings wearing winter’s coat.”

The tree stood peacefully. It ready to welcome the new year with quiet strength and gentle grace. It is just as it always had.

At last I am inviting @safdarali , @us-andrew , @shawlin , @caringmanasseh , @mohammadfaisal and @kouba01 for taking part in this contest.

Cc , @suboohi

Regards , @aliraza1234