The tree was like a grandfather.
Old and wise beyond his years.
He kept the knowldege of his youth hidden deep beneath his leaves, while his body, warped, and tangled, and twisted, sagged from age.
His trunk grew wide and fat, and his branches reached out like arms opening for a hug.
With his wrinkly face and twinkling eyes, he taught me that life was short only when wasted, but that time could be saved.
Savored and cherished.
Every second of every day.
The grandfather tree has taught me to live, and thanks to him, I am finally free
