It's got a split.
Deep.
Long.
I worry about that.
I want Brian to wrap him with wire so he'll
stay together.
He tells me that won't
help.
The day that he is intent on splitting,
he's gone.
I don't want to see
that day.
When the wind blows
too strong.
I cringe.
I'm afraid to look when
lightning is close.
I say a quiet prayer.
That tree,
that big, beautiful, old,
incredible
tree
draws me.
It throws its shadow
like a blanket
over my cabin
and across the pond.
It is my shelter.
It is my comfort.
From over here and over there.
It is my symbol
for all
I Love
in nature
and all
I Love
on our land.
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