Looking out, the little tree saw them,
Standing proud and tall,
Bathed in the light of a setting sun.
Oh! to stand in such a way,
Tall and straight and wild,
With moss and owl and squirrel as ornament.
Looking in, they saw the little tree,
Standing sweet and pure,
Resplendant in memories and lights.
Oh! to stand in such a way,
Small and bright and true,
With glass and tin and love as ornament.
Looking on, she saw them all,
Standing in such different ways,
Bathed in light and memories.
Together, reflecting each other,
A forest spanning glass,
Different, the same, ornaments of her story.
5 comments:
Very cool!
Lovely! And isn't that just how we see each other...
Blessings, Patti
Beautiful
awww ... love how those photos have depicted both sides of the story ... gorgeous sun set too :) love mouse xxx
I liked that. thanks for sharing. (& uber congratulations on your new camera for the photographs to go with such lovely words. nice cameras are very fun & so much more. enjoy!)
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