The Tree

Oh the stories I could tell

If you had the time to dwell

Underneath my branches as they sway

And create shade on a warm day.

The loves that sat in the very spot

You choose today to stand and plot,

You could be listening to my stories

That warn of worries unnecessary.

I’ve seen it all

From love, lust, and great falls.

My bark impressed with countless tales

Of hearts and names and even wedding vows.

The hearts that broke

When someone spoke

Unkind thoughts

That were not provoked.

The laughter, joy, and fun

While children did run

And play childhood games

 While shouting each other’s names.

The smiles and tears

The hugs and the shrugs

The pain and the gain

The love from above.

I’ve given to all

What they needed in time

But I’ve taken

All that was mine.

The things that I’ve witnessed

Gave me sight to be seen

For without all the experiences underneath me

I would not be green.

I’ve been nourished

Through them all

For even a tree

Has hopes and desires

To enjoy what’s free.

copyright Robyn Graham

The Tree

The Tree

“We make a living by what we get, we make a life by what we give.” – Winston Churchill

A Cage Without a Key

Day two of clouds, fog, drizzle and unseasonably warm weather.  I found the quote below to be applicable to this time of year when the days are shorter and we spend more of our time with dark skies than in the sunlight.  With fog and heavy cloud cover it feels like we are caged in a temple of gloom.  Maybe the sun will peak through tomorrow.  Hoping…..

As an aside, I tried to post this image yesterday with the other two images of the trees in foggy surroundings but for some reason the image would not post.  Perhaps it was meant specifically for today.

"That's the thing about depression: A human being can survive almost anything, as long as she sees the end in sight. But depression is so insidious, and it compounds daily, that it's impossible to ever see the end. The fog is like a cage without a key." -Elizabeth Wurtzel

“That’s the thing about depression: A human being can survive almost anything, as long as she sees the end in sight. But depression is so insidious, and it compounds daily, that it’s impossible to ever see the end. The fog is like a cage without a key.” –
Elizabeth Wurtzel