You, Me, and a Tree

Sometimes I wish I were a tree, To spread my deep roots underground, To know the land, to taste the soil, To grow tall and strong, to stand my ground Against storms, earthquakes, and landslides, And with my stateliness to keep at bay The crows and the woodcutter's ax. Yes, I wish I were a … Continue reading You, Me, and a Tree

What Are They Up To?

Somewhat Frozen Lake Indifferently Still