Blind Eyes


United States
36° 30' 49.824" N, 119° 33' 14.4648" W

I said "Its beautiful"

"What"he replied 
"This tree" 
"It's just a tree", he said 
But in it I saw the ways of life intertwined and the heart beats of the life it sustained 
The caring nature of that tree 
Providing shade for the kids at play 
And when spring came it blessed us with the beauty of its bloom 
And when winter appeared it provides us warmth capturing frame by frame a families memories between the crackles of the flame 
It was the essence of life itself
But, "it was just a tree," he said 
Just like he told me , "I was just a girl"
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