A giant tree stretched out his limb, as he beckoned to the child. Come play within this shade herein, be happy for a while. Come frolic in the lush green grass, hear the mocking bird at her best, come pick the flowers with mystic powers, lay your little fears to rest. So the child gazed upon the tree as he scratched his little head. "I've never played with a tree before", "I think I'll just move on instead. "But I'm lonely" said the giant tree,"All my seeds have blown away". "For three hundred years, I've stood right hear, I beg you please to stay". Then the giant tree poked out his limb and tickled the little child. He wiggled 'n' he giggled, then screamed, Okay! Okay! I'll stay for a while. Now- The giant tree began to tell all the things that he had seen, 300 years of wars 'n' chores, from the peasants to the kings. The little child sat in awe as he soaked the stories in, the giant tree, just glad to be, with company again. Now- years flew bye- the child grew, into a bright young man, and everyday, he'd sneak away, and beneath the old tree - stand. The man grew wise in many ways, and filled a needed post, he never strayed or ran away, when folks needed him the most. And then one day they found him, beneath the giant tree, old'n'grey, he passed away, content as one could be. And dew drops fell from every leaf, as they carried the man away, the giant tree could only weep, his roots stuck in the clay. Yes- A giant tree stretched out his limb, as he beckoned to the child, come play within this shade herein, be happy for a while. 5/5/01

"..Beautiful.."

welcome...

I love that.

I loved it too.... its amazing Les

Great write....