There is an oak tree in an estate near my house
It has stood there for at least a hundred years and probably more
It was there when cars and television were but a nightmare of the troubled and the Cloth still compressed and wounded most minds;
Now it sits with dead arms, amongst the miracle of anguish hewn from concrete and broken promises that teems with life and missed opportunities - a british council housing estate
Standing there silent amongst all that change, saluting a changing of the guard that will never come.
Gotta mean something right?
I believe that once everything you see around you is dust and the world is wind and nothing much else, love will remain.
Nothing romantic,
just strength beyond survival of the fittest and the urge to flee
Our compassion for one another that defies logic and science and will not be quantified
The tree serves no purpose, nor does it effect its surroundings, is not moved by money or possession, yet it stands as testimony to the years that have battered and broken against it and will continue to stand until a new shopping centre is required
Keep close the ones who make you smile
I'm tired
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