ON HISTORICAL GROUNDS'

ON HISTORICAL GROUNDS’

^©Michael Franz Whitby

At the turn of this Avenue:

Majestic does not justify the beauty

All others dwarfed by the height and the multi'branches

Majestically flourishing towards the sky

In front of an historical homestead

The width was an indication of the endurance of many-many years

Respect of such staying power was bestowed on to this majestic beauty of nature

Located in the middle of asphalt concrete jungle

One beautiful work from the creator that deserved total respect

Respect it received - considered being a historical entity for its eternal foreverness’

As one walks towards this tree of life… its’ presence was felt!

There came a day when a complete stranger arrived upon this particular Avenue

That individual was…

…walked straight up to this majestic beauty and hugged it… for a good minute

“Well hello!

Your sincere hug activated my humanistic instincts

Was expecting you, but did not know if you would hug”

“Again…hello!”

‘You can talk’, asked the stranger

“No! Just to you to your inner mind

Remember now!

Saw you from a distance, not just today, but for some years now

You have questions?”

‘Well!’ said the stranger

“I know” said the tree

“My height… well, the planting took place many hundred years ago

In the first year

Grew tall enough so there would be no need to trim my branches

And my branches, they never touched…

…as the growing process continued, they declared this property...

...historical!

Enlisting my endurance in their book…

…your human’ comprehensive book of old trees and their survival rate

So here we stand

You so small, my majestic plummeting”

‘Well…’ said the stranger

“Yes! Very lonely

As survival came my way, for my location

All my forestry �" companionments’ disappeared - one by one

The humans come and go - daily

But once every hundred years one' human comes and hugs me

Reactivating the humanistic instincts

So we can converse through your inner mind…

…they all believe I’m happy

But the reality is, I’m slowly dying”

‘Why?’ the stranger asked

“The atmosphere has changed

Heat from current elements has taken its’ toll

Only have one human life' time remaining”

‘How long have you…’ the stranger asked

“So long I don’t fully remember

Passing multi' several of your human generations

But it has been a wonderful time here

Your kind comes taking pictures

And many have sat with their canvas drawing for many days

It has been a great…filled with good old times”

‘Will the others…’ asked the stranger

“They are going to be fine… going to be fine

You are not aware, but the entire street shall be declared - historical

They all will survive”

‘I…’ said the stranger

“I know…

…but now you comprehend and you will do your part like the others before

So my safety is assured

Go now, you have an appointment to keep”

‘Thank you…’ said the stranger

“No! Thank you

As I await one more hundred human years before my departure

As you leave, the memory will stay with both of us

But my link to communicate with other humans will stop

After your distance of one hundred humans steps

From where you stand at this moment in time”

…reversing forward, future is history!

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…thirty-two of one thousand