A fallen oak provides a lesson in not giving up. |
Defiance Pausing beneath the oak tree, its form twisted, its heart laid bare, I push aside the brush and debris. As I touch its bark, I'm aware ... Once tall and stately, this mighty tree stood like a bulwark within the wood. It fell to the lessons of history by its very nature. There it stood spreading its branches protectively in a posture of shelter, yet its shadow cast a darkness which diminished collectively its competition, both future and past. It suffered the fate of all its kind by standing alone, unwilling to bend in the face of the storms, undermined by flaws and defects that transcend a purpose deeply carved into its base by the hands of those who planted it. Now it lies shattered, alone in this place, but even so challenged it won't submit. Its roots are deeply sunk in the ground. It will spread new branches into the light. Over time, by its will, it shall rebound. Once more it will grow and take up the fight as all living things must. Again, leaves will gleam in the sun's rays reflecting both spirit and dream. Notes An entry for "Invalid Item" Prompt: 7. pausing beneath the oak tree. Thank you for taking time to read my words. I would appreciate it if you took a moment and left a comment. Your reaction, impressions, criticisms, - yes, even praise are all equally welcome. Ken |