the old man rubbed his eyes … he was not asleep .. he knew that .. but there up there in the light .. yes the tree it had a face … and why not said the tree … the old man rubbed his eyes again and shook his head as if to ward off the voice he had heard … again the tree spoke … I am older than the oldest of men … i have seen more that could be told in your lifetime …. come listen … but the man not believing his eyes or his ears ran from the tree and out of the woods … the tree only sighed .. there is time and there will be others he said aloud to the birds as they perched on his branches … don’t speak the birds replied for no man will allow himself to believe and listen … the old tree only shrugged and the birds flew off into the sky …
- owlspook, 2010
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this one’s for you Antanas .. thank you for sharing your work, Don’t Speak, that inspired this little story …
