The Forest with Five Trees
The forest with five trees it watches from a distance Never thinking it enough to have five trees in a forest The child with the brown crayon he watches from a distance Never thinking it enough to have the ugliest color in the box The teenage girl with a little baby she watches from a distance Never thinking it enough that she went through so many a peril to hold her son in her arms The forest, it listens, hears the whispers on the wind It sees each of its trees seperate and realizes that all have their own beauty The child, he listens hears the whispers on the wind He pauses, then sketches a tree and realizes that even the ugliest of colors have a purpose The girl, she listens, hears the whispers on the wind She sighs, then looks lovingly at her son and realizes that every day is a miracle, he is a gift As the child begins to draw he catches sight of the forest He thinks to himself how simple and beautiful it is and begins to draw the remainder of the trees As the mother looks up she sees the little boy sitting on a park bench coloring She thinks to herself how fast her son will grow and begins to say goodbye Written February 19th, 2002 © on Feb 18 2002 10:50 PM PST 10 • 0
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"The forest with five trees..."