“All human life has its seasons, and no one’s personal chaos can be permanent: winter, after all does not last forever does it? There is summer, too, and spring, and though sometimes when branches stay dark and the earth cracks with ice, one thinks they will never come, that spring, that summer, but they do, and always." T.Capote
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Two trees stand tall in the woods One a birch and one a pine. The pine tree is taller To show the effect of time. The birch tree looks up to the pine, And turns to call her “Mom.” She says, “I love you very much, But I must sing my own song!” “I want to grow up towards the sky, And see the flocks of birds! “I want to grow above the woods, And see the prairie herds!” The pine responds lovingly, “Go, pursue your dreams. But don’t get struck by lightning, Like all the tallest trees!” “Growing tall may be it for you, But me, Ill stay right here. I am safe beneath the tallest pines, But do what you must, my dear.” The birch grew taller over the years, She grew towards the sky. She saw the prairie herds, afar, And she watched many birds fly by. One day she looked down towards her mom, Buried underneath the trees. “Oh, Mother pine, I love you so, And I have learned to be.” “Its time for me to move along, I’ve grown, so, as a tree. “Tomorrow, I will end my stay, As there is so much for me to see!” A storm was brewing the very next day, And the birch was not surprised. A lightning bolt hit her branch, And the birch tree quietly died. The mother pine cried softly, as she could not understand. When suddenly she felt a touch, On her branch she felt a hand! She looked below her branches, To find the source of the touch. A human being sat next to her, Eating a bagged lunch. The woman looked up at the pine, And smiled the biggest smile. “It’s good to see you, mommy, It has been quite a while!” “It could not be,” The pine tree thought, “My little girl is dead.” But doubt crept away, light shone in her eyes, And knowing came instead! The tears flowed long from the pine trees eyes, But the pine tree was not sad She spread her branches and began to grow, Through the forest roof above her head. The pine grew tall over the years. She grew towards the sky! She saw the prairie herds, afar, And she saw the birds fly high! Then one day, the clouds came in, And a storm began to brew. The pine was struck by lightning, Her eternal life ensued!
She looked down from the heavens, To find her little girl, Her daughter appeared beside her, In a cloud-like whirl The smiled at each other, As they understood the divine plan. “Come on, mom,” said the daughter, And they went to earth as man!