Beneath the Giant Oak Tree
Under the limbs of a giant oak tree resides....
a small park bench...
silently inviting those weary passerbys...
to stop and take a small little rest ...
to breath in deep the fresh sweet scent..
of life...
to forget their worries, and their fearful thoughts...
to close their eyes, and let the soft breeze carry them away...
to days gone by...
to memories of long ago..
when life was so sweet and simple...
when and someone else carried the heavy load ...
It gently holds them it its embrace...
and lets them simply dream....
and enjoy the warmth of the summer day...
or the little nip of old jack frost on a winters eve...
The old park bench just waits there....
for someone who needs to rest...
it listens to the weary heart...
and passes the trusting test...
it never reveals its secrets...
it never tells a soul...
its there for all to sit upon...
beckoning from beneath the giant oak tree.
@pamglander
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