1/10/2003 - 12:00
A tree once thought this a nice place to grow roots. Now it shivers without moving, cursing the frost. Without arms to throw around itself or leaves, even, to block the wind. Cold blue. White puffs flocking in apathy, floating, falling.
Oh, straight and unflinching tree-I am not convinced of your unfeeling. Teach me patience. Teach me tolerance. Show me how to love and live with unyielding character. Great tree, alow me to sap the strength of a hundred winters. It you go before me, I promise to burn you in effigy. If I pass before you, perhaps your leaves will fill a pillow for my head.
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