THE OLD OAK TREEA Story by RW Erskineyours to discoverI was walking along for quite some time when I became weary Sat down beside a very old oak tree to rest awhile My eyes started getting heavy so I thought I would have a sleep When I heard a very deep but old sounding voice Was I dreaming this can not be so I'm still awake; I think! "Listen young man, I have a story to tell you It goes back many years and you are not the first I've told But few have listened You have been granted the choice to or not to." But where was the voice coming from? I looked too and fro but didn't see a soul in sight So I sat there content to listen to what the old story was about. "You need not worry young lad your in good arms, for I have many." I sat somewhat puzzled but intent on hearing the story "As you have already guessed I'm old this you can be sure; my story I have told countless times to many young and old There is a time coming they say when it may be to late for never to hear my story again But you seem bright enough to understand You have learmed many things I can tell by the look in your eyes and now you will learn more I grew from a young sap learning much riches; a storehouse full of wisdom to be sure. Tell me young man; have you ever watched a leaf fall to the ground I mean really watched and listened? Have you ever watched the clouds dance to a many imagined shape? Have you watched the blades of grass stand at attention in the early morning dew? Have you ever watched the rose with its tantilizing beauty and fragrance melt the strongest of beasts? Have you ever watched the gentleness of a butterfly land on a rain drop? Have you ever watched the raging sea smash off the rocks to smoothly go back from once it came? Have you ever watched the magnificent display of the tiny ants gather to build their colony? Have you heard the beautiful songs of the birds singing to mother earth? Do you know what a mountain says to the sky? Do you know how much dirt an earthworm eats to replenish the ground for new growth? Do you know how many rocks it takes to see the beauty of one? How many tears does it take the sky to create a river for fish to swim? How many forests need to be destroyed before its beauty is seen? Do the animals play at night to feel safe from the beasts of the day? A creation of an artificial world is what I can see, an illusion of true beauty which has always been here before the beginning of time This must stop before it is all lost in forgotten memories This is my story; I have told you my story of the wonders of creation Now Go -------- Create youe own story for all to hear of the beauty that is here." With those last words I heard I stood up and hugged the old oak tree and saw its true beauty As I walked away thinking of what I heard, I glanced back at that old oak tree and it seemed as though a smile formed on its face.
© 2018 RW ErskineAuthor's Note
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