My Tree

It all began in the spring of 2010. I was walking along a path in Rasmussen Woods, and I was drawn off that path to tromp around in the underbrush and I had no idea why. Some ways back off the trail, I found him waiting for me. I journey out as often as I can now for some serious hug time and to chronicle each season.

He grows old now, and his canopy is not nearly as green as it once was. But then, I’ve changed, too. Gone is the chestnut brown, replaced by silver locks. He leans a bit harder and sometimes I need to lean against him for the twinges that remind me that I’m not as young as I once was.

We talk. My secrets are safe with him.

I feel better for each time I have gathered his energy, and I hope that mine is gathered up by him. too.

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