The Tree The smell of winter was strong in the air, As I walked to a place that was never there. The snow started to fall to the ground, Falling gently not making a sound. I walked on through the snow not being bothered much at all. I walked on through the snow not caring how hard it would fall. I passed many things, none were the same, I passed many things, none of much fame. What stopped me was a tree that stood alone. All the stories it held and all the stories were shown. I could see lost generations engraved on this tree. All were in full view, lost but to me. The tree looked all gnarled and old, But I knew it had countless stories, never been told. Its outstretched branches reached for the sky, The beauty of its old age made me sigh. This tree was a part of countless people’s lives It held more stories then all the world’s archives. The tree had been through so much and so much it knew, If I looked hard enough, long enough, I could know too. By a crack from a branch I could know, That a child tried to climb it but had been to slow. The child, when he hit the earth, probably cried, But the child got up and again the child tried. To be a big kid one must climb the tree, They had all gotten to the top, and now so had he. By a heart carved into the trunk I could tell, That the tree was a place of love, priceless to sell. Here a boy met a girl from under its shade, Here they talked and here is where they laid. What happened to that couple that sat here, who knows? If that couple wasn't in love, well, that’s how life goes. I tried desperately to look for more stories on the tree, But more little clues of the past I could not see. The tree had more secrets, It couldn’t lie, But how long would those be kept, if the tree were to die? I was full of grief when that thought came to my head, That all those stories would be lost if the tree was chopped down dead. The snow had stopped, the sky had cleared, but still I was sad. All these memories would be lost and that made me mad. So I began to walk on, to where I didn't know, But then I heard kids laughing and it just went to show, That the tree was still loved and still learning too, Perhaps I could come back and try to learn what it knew.Birth sign: Cancer
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