My Friends, Another day I must just write. If you enjoy what I write, please Share it, Like it, or Comment on it. Or if it meant something to you or you believe it will mean something to someone else, do all three. It is always nice to hear that it was needed when it was read. I stand before you in silence, unless you care to really listen. The only thing you notice of me is my size, as you carelessly walk beneath me, chatting with your friend. I know that I am not very impressive now. My branches are bare and twisted from years of just and unjust tortures by all things great and small. Yes I know my bark is tattered. The Equinox has my days lying scattered at your feet. Remember I was here before you, before your father. He would at least climb my branches to see what I have seen. You spend your time on little hand held boxes. Never a thought will come to your mind of what you are possibly missing. Even now as your thumbs scramble back and forth you miss the baby squirrels scurrying around me as they laugh at you for the fun you are missing. As you continue on down the trail and out of my site, I wish only for you to understand, I have proven myself through time and though you do not realize it now. One day you will hold hands with one who captures you heart and giggle beneath my brightly colored leaves. You will lean against me questioning, crying, and trying to understand why she took the beat right out of your chest. Soon you will sit under my colors of the Spring with your children in my shade from the sun because you protect them. It has been that way for lifetime after lifetime. One day you will sit as your father before you and his before him, and simply remember what you did not miss. Blind No More – C.R.
Posted on: Mon, 03 Feb 2014 04:22:22 +0000
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