Thank you to everyone who shared their stories and poems of the glimpse of magic through the trees.

I have reblogged as many as possible and include a link to all the entries below. Thank you to everyone who took part, read, shared and commented.

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Through the Trees…

They whisper softly… a language unknown to the tourists, unheard by the picnicking families and lovers entwined beneath the boughs. They can wait. There is time.

Destruction would be slow. Complete. Meticulous.

Not revenge. No. But justice.

Nothing would be spared.

Mercy has no place in justice.

Only right.

They had watched for a very long time, watched and grown as they mourned the murder of their children. Their time would come.

Brick by brick, stone by stone, bone by bone… they would take back their land.

The life of a tree is long and slow. They can wait.

Lady Lee Manila

K.L. Caley

pensitivity101

Ritu at But I Smile Anyway

Stuart France

Marilyn Armstrong from Serendipity

Ken from rivrvlogr

Sri Sudha K

Geoff Le Pard from Tangental

Jane Dougherty Writes