I thought that I was a rock, alone in a dusty field beneath scorching sun. My edges were sharp and jagged, my insides hardened and beyond memory. Then, each one of you came along. One by one you each walked into the field. One gave me water, one gave me shade. You tucked me into the soil and protected me, waiting patiently for me to settle and sleep. You waited with me when storm clouds came, and talked to me gently when the winds howled. Soon, I began to remember what I am. My hard shell cracked and life came from my sharp edges. You helped me grow. I am not a rock…I am a Tree. Because of you, my roots run deep and my base is strong. My Limbs reach skyward in hope. I am a tree.
Posted on: Fri, 05 Jul 2013 18:36:52 +0000
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