Thoughts on the lake

Scattered stone all alone - along the lakeside. A backdrop of hills, an natural beauty of strength and security with forbidding stone decor to surpass your own crumbled history. The overbearing trees the only allusion of a roof, to a once loved home? Once a site to behold, now the tourist flashes ignore you, a…

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I feel sad (personification)

I feel sad for the Daffodills blooming in their box on a shelf, confined to the supermarket walls never to be delicately placed in a vase never to complete a table, or bring a smile to a face lightened by the spring sun. I wonder, do they feel?   I feel sad for the birthday…

A new question in the New Forest

The tree stands on its own, branches high and wide, with a broad twisted trunk slightly leaning to the side.   The tree has no friends around, no such nature of its type, only a few weeds litter the marshy ground, for it is far from ripe.   So how did the tree find itself…