The Tree

There stand here a beautiful treetop, kin to the portals guarding the gate. In October, after the grape and apple harvests, the autumn wind will shake the chestnuts out of it's shinning golden crown.

During the shortest nights of the year, the moon will cast it's delicate white rays along it's erotic blossoms and through it's hunter green leaves.

The boys will gather beneath it...loving it, even as they love this place. But alas all too soon, they will have to leave.

But they will never forgot this beautiful sight and will return as grown men...and they will stand for a while, smiling pensively at that tree, as we do now...and then they will vanish once more...secure in the knowledge that, although they may change, this marvel of nature would remain the same.