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A vision in the night was bound to take its toll. I struggled to awake before it took my soul. I stood before my window in utter quiet and fear. A breeze blew my candle light Something was in the air. It was tall and dark the moon revealed its form. My heart thumped in my chest the air damp and warm. “What are you?”, I asked. My voice sounded foreign. “I’ve come to reveal the reason you were born. “Come sit in my shadow and listen to a tale about a lucky man, whom many fortunes have fell. T’is not about the money or the blessings you’ve known, but about your Tree of Life and how it has not grown. Once a mere sapling so young and carefree. Full of hope and promise the sky your destiny. The sun graced your presence. Rain danced on your leaves. But you squandered opportunity and spread disbelief. So heed my words of last. The seasons come and go. Provide shade and shelter, by your fruits they will know.” A tear rolled down my face as I looked around to see. The moon revealed the form that was a beautiful tree.
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Sep 13, 2017
Sep 13, 2017 at 11:18 PM UTC
Tree of Life
A vision in the night was bound to take its toll. I struggled to awake before it took my soul. I stood before my window in utter quiet and fear. A breeze blew my candle light Something was in the air. It was tall and dark the moon revealed its form. My heart thumped in my chest the air damp and warm. “What are you?”, I asked. My voice sounded foreign. “I’ve come to reveal the reason you were born. “Come sit in my shadow and listen to a tale about a lucky man, whom many fortunes have fell. T’is not about the money or the blessings you’ve known, but about your Tree of Life and how it has not grown. Once a mere sapling so young and carefree. Full of hope and promise the sky your destiny. The sun graced your presence. Rain danced on your leaves. But you squandered opportunity and spread disbelief. So heed my words of last. The seasons come and go. Provide shade and shelter, by your fruits they will know.” A tear rolled down my face as I looked around to see. The moon revealed the form that was a beautiful tree.
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Sep 13, 2017
Sep 13, 2017 at 11:18 PM UTC
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