Visiting my old neighborhood I reunited with an old friend.
The Chinese tree that I could always
see from my front yard and played around as a child.
It is a very old tree and I am sure that if
it could speak it would have great stories to tell about the centuries gone by.
Whenever I see
this tree it as if I am meeting an special friend.
We know each other. I am very grateful for this
friendship. We have weathered many storms and turmoils together.
The neighborhood is crumbling and not what it was. That is like most things in life as we grow
and change. Nothing stays the same. But this tree stays the same. It still greets you with it's
majestic limbs and it's strong presence. I am thankful that I still get to see this friend and
I am hoping it is here long after to give its greeting to another little girl.
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