A heart a day for 1000 days
July 3, 2012 § 1 Comment
I never tire of the trees x
Tagged: abundance, fertile, forrest, grow, leaves, new, refresh, summer, trees
For sure one does get older,
But I do not count in years.
I just cherish each new moment,
For age is not a sum of fears.
I look into my future,
A magic faraway.
A venture deep into my woulds,
Inner rings, that chime each day.
I know my days are numbered,
I will not outlive the trees.
I will carve my name into the bark,
And I will do just as I please.
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