I have been that tree. I have been the leaves it sheds...pieces of me to scatter in the wind. Having to endure everything around and unable to flee. My bark is worn in places and names have been carved deep into me. Like a willow...I weep.

It wouldn't be all horror.

Thanks Fia.

This post was formatted with nice even lines but when posted - this is how it ended up. All uneven lines. Usually I go back and fix it. It's a pain to do it. I left it this time to ask if anyone knows WHY this happens?

Thanks.