A tree stood there, waiting. A majestic, flourishing Douglas Fir, not the largest, but the second largest tree breed in the world, covered in moss and weighed down by life climbed the deep blue, open skies and exasperated all the lives around it with its ponderous aura as it counted precious seconds, precious moments, in wait of late knowledge and new life to bloom and provoke wonder into the minds of every beautiful being that might so happen upon the superlative setting so prodigious that even the birds stop to sigh at its warm welcome and fathom how its creation could be anything less than God’s own immaculate paradise.
May 3, 2014
May 3, 2014 at 7:53 PM UTC
A tree stood there, waiting. A majestic, flourishing Douglas Fir, not the largest, but the second largest tree breed in the world, covered in moss and weighed down by life climbed the deep blue, open skies and exasperated all the lives around it with its ponderous aura as it counted precious seconds, precious moments, in wait of late knowledge and new life to bloom and provoke wonder into the minds of every beautiful being that might so happen upon the superlative setting so prodigious that even the birds stop to sigh at its warm welcome and fathom how its creation could be anything less than God’s own immaculate paradise.
