Is it not enough simply to be? Glowing , Floating, Waiting to breathe. Standing firmly planted in what you believe. Not shadow cast by rays of lights, imagining the rain flowing down your branches tears that express your emotions or your present state of mind. Feeling the wind in your hair. shaking off a few leaves because of the chill. Ancient and rare they are. Also so wise as to amaze. you can be what ever you want to be. This is What the trees told me
The roads we travel take us far and wide. Ever reminding us of the vast world around us, and the things we have yet to see and experience.
Each stop merely a checkpoint on our agenda.
The landmarks along the way reminders of decisions made. When it all over, Life doesnt end however. Youve simply just run out of gas.
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