Tall and staid the Tree stood alone in the valley of kismet.
Rain whipped the bark into timid helpless pulp.
Thunder pitilessly peeled the core.
And now it weeps those tears once more.
Good evening my friends, enemies and other most dangerous creatures that includes the indifferent people of the Living Planet. Before I am carried into the dusk on the bed of my yellow and green painted coffin, I wanted to reach out to you all and share my life’s experiences and wisdoms. My autobiography so to speak.
I sit down under a Tree in the dense forest of thought,
The sounds of leaves in silent speech enchant my mind and heart,
The brook is respectful and bubbles softly in quiet friendship,
Dainty blossoms wink with naughty glance,
And the Philosopher tall and I are engaged in deeper talk.
