The life of me, a tree

by CRAFTY KEN   Mar 18, 2019



The life of me, a tree!

I am standing proud, as a two-hundred-year-old oak could be. The birds build their nests in my hair, I take no care, they are the reason why I ended up growing here.

It was in their many droppings that I grew, who knew? The good earth said; your growth I will in no way be stopping. Little kids built their swings upon my branches, the teens carved their love letters from the heart to say, they remain with me even unto this day.

Many a fierce fire I did survive, my friend, the rain, came at just the right time. I was always very sad when a lad, or lass, would weep at my side, their heartbroken wail was not a new tale for me to hear, the many Wars, tremendous loss of life, was hard for me to bear.

May I say good night, as my birds settle in my branches before dark, and, the breeze whispers a soft melody, followed by the song of a meadow Lark. May your dreams be sweet as you hit the hay, to live the gift of life, for another day.

Author Ken
March 18, 2019

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  • 1 year ago

    by Ben Pickard

    Ken, I simply love your style of writing.

    • 1 year ago

      by CRAFTY KEN

      Thanks Ben, dittos to your writings as well!

  • 1 year ago

    by Meena Krish

    This is realistic and a tree's feeling been
    brought out for the world to know..liked it.

    • 1 year ago

      by CRAFTY KEN

      Thanks dear Meena, God himself compares his earthly Kingdom to a tree that grew from a mustard seed, it is said to be one of the biggest trees on earth! He even compares us, his loved one's as "Plants" planted by himself in the Old Testament as; "The planting of the Lord". So now you know why I love trees!

      Thanks much for the Nomination.

      Lots of love, Ken

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