Monday, January 31, 2011

The Oak Tree

Three people were discussing the aftermath of a winter storm. One person observed that the snow from the storm was so heavy, it broke the branches off of many trees. Another member of the group said that many years ago, she had a large, old oak tree behind her house. She would look at that oak tree all the time, during all of the seasons. She gazed at the dew kissed buds of the spring, the luscious leaves of the summer, the crisp colors of the autumn and the spidery architecture of the winter. She loved that oak tree.

One winter came and brought with it a terrible storm. The next day, she found the oak tree split down the middle, dead. She was sad.

The other two people did not say a word, for there was nothing left to say.

1 comment:

Gorilla Bananas said...

Very tactful of them not to speculate on what sort of furniture it should be used to make.