it's the trees we live with
the trees we know
that tell our stories
the big tree
the damn tree
the christmas tree
the trees we jump over
the trees that we climb
the trees we see at the end of the day
the trees we see as we drive away
the trees we sprawl under
the trees in the background
covered in snow
or blossoms
or berries
they give us parts of themselves
and ask us to remember
they say home
childhood
they demand surrender
to something
lasting
bigger
stronger
ever changing
yet remaining
it's the trees we know to which we attach
the one we wait for every year
for light
for color
for change
for life
the one we put up
the one we take down
the one we stood under year after year
the one that we watch thru wake filled nights
the one that shades us in day's bright light
with each repetition
with just the slightest blur of color
we remember exactly
where we have been
where we are
we know
where we will surely be again
victor frankles tree...eternal life story
brother lawrence...conversion story
my leaf shadow in the laundry room
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