Tuesday, May 24, 2011

An old stump is a good place for sitting and resting

Once there was a tree....
and she loved a little boy.
And everyday the boy would come
and he would gather her leaves
and make them into crowns
and play king of the forest.
He would climb up her trunk
and swing from her branches
and eat apples.
And they would play hide-and-go-seek.
And when he was tired,
he would sleep in her shade.
And the boy loved the tree....
very much.
And the tree was happy.
But time went by.
-Shel Silverstein

Time goes by. We leave our childhood friend. The tree we always climbed. I just hope we all come back in the end. Just to sit and rest. To give thanks. To give something in return.

And the tree was happy...

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