One day, while walking, I saw a tree.
And then I stopped to wonder, can it see me?
Standing in the wind, its branches blowing like my hair.
Pondering this moment that we seem to share.
And then, out loud, I asked a question of the tree.
It just stood in silence, as if it didn't hear me.
Maybe it couldn't answer, maybe it was strong of will.
Maybe I should have asked the tree standing on the hill.
And then the answer came to me, like lightning to my brain.
When I remembered that they said, I had gone insane.
©1995
About the Creator
Llwyd L. Brenin
The stories that you see labeled chapter one - chapter sixteen are chapters from my completed book, The story of Promiseum - Dream Walker. So if you decide to escape to my fantasy world, start with chapter one and read them in order.
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