This Old Tree
Like this old tree as we age and meet with many transitions eventually leading to the inevitable passing, we lose our leaves quicker in the fall, our roots loosen in response to tiny creatures inhabiting them, we stand strong widened under the weight of gravity, our wisdom grows, glowing in vibratory resonance to those too hurried to take notice, until our passing when suddenly they reminisce of those glimmers of open minded flirting.
By Mechel Gallaway Daniels
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