Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Sunday, August 05, 2012

I love the Oak Tree

Worth the reminder...I never quite heard the clock tick as loudly as today, the hands moving quickly as if time was slipping away. I raced into the garden to embrace the memories of old and found the flowers fading as another season takes a hold. I looked to the willow, I looked to the oak and then I looked to myself to see past the heavy clouds of smoke." Listen said the Willow" down in the valley deep "all you need to do is in yourself believe." Tall was the Oak reaching to the sky and softly spoken I listened to his reply, " Don't stumble up the mountain, don't slide down valleys deep, the leaves they fall with the season but my roots are mighty deep."

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