Seed Atop a Hill

By Jack Colman

Seed Atop a Hill

This solitary tree amongst a roaring hillside

Slopes and valleys as far as sight can see

How did this come to be

Perhaps it was a lonely farmer

Whose callous hands and aching heart were tired

Tired of what life had thrown and taken

A seed planted atop a hill

A hope buried

A whisp of life. A beginning.

After he too would leave this mortal plane

there would be something.

A legacy. Something to remember his name.

The tree spoke to him in its infancy

And the farmer felt a little less alone.

He told stories on the edges of memory

The tree was an excellent listener

The best trees are.

With but three leaves to it’s growth the tree soon spoke to no one.

The sheep would not listen.

Mother Earth soon covered in black lines.

Twisting and turning along the mountainside.

Metal objects roar. Sometimes stopping.

Flashes of light from figures similar to the farmer.

The farmer.

The tree could not recollect

The tree rose and could watch the rise and fall of the sun.

It waited.

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YOUR THOUGHTS

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