The rain splatters down upon my face as I look up to the sky. I travel forward, my pants soaked with the rain and mud, my feet sore, and my soul weary. At the end of my path I see a tree, he is magnificent. He stand tall and proud above all the others; his age showing in all of the notches found along his trunk. The bark peeling in one spot is two notches where the branches must have fallen off during a storm.
The Magnificent Tree
September 21, 2007