Like a plant that grows I must have roots in the soil, unlike the automobile that goes, goes, goes, using gas, oil, and water to cool.
I find a shady spot under the limbs of a mighty tree that cools my beads of sweat as I grow even more from soil.
Some trees get struck sending limbs flying never to rise again, for me they rise and become a cord to keep me warm by the hearths fire that glows.
Esther and Charlie gave me Junior on February 11th 2014, an early Valentine surprise, even though I knew, I knew not when. Life’s cycle continues.