“Spending Saturday mornings reading under a lilac tree.
The wind comes to enchant me, tousling my hair and heart.
You become the sunlight between the leaves,
and the memories of all the trees I climbed as a kid and fell off.
I wish you’d stay where you left, in the past.
I don’t want to be like the maple leaves or grass, stepped on.
I will pretend to be a sunflower filled with sunlight and smiles.
A dandelion free as a cloud in the watercolor sky
Like this lilac tree I keep watering out of love,
Growing beautiful scented flowers in spring.
I will become a flowers who never perishes
Giving others hope.”
In a row
Morning mist surrounding the Dragon Tree located off the Blue Ridge Parkway near Asheville, North Carolina.
Maple Tree at Night • Spring 2020
No matter what we do, his disease remains.