Sitting under the oak tree feeling protected from severe weather. Advertisements
Life is your rowboat and regardless of weather, oars give direction.
His path, long and dark, where choices were sinister and he’d not look back.
Darkness dwells below this willow and yet sunlight dances on its crown.
In cosmic space-time you get limited moments to love and give thanks
With no inner charms, s/he struggled to hold onto beauty that time stole
She’s lovely, strong, and resilient to surpass all seasons of extremes.
Even in dead of winter, the sun rises and peeks in the window. __________