Once upon a time in a land far away
There lived a lord... A lord of doom.
He tired of all the empty bodies
And succumbed to forests bloom.
He searched for towers of leafy green.
Each one that passed his rigid test
And suited deep his passion's plight
He gently carried to its final nest.
He long had tired of keeping death
And now he planted life instead.
Each tenderly set in the good earth
As once he placed the mournful dead.
His wife long gone to lands unknown
Returned to find her land and spouse.
She filled their home with all her things
And wove she did an overflowing house.
The lord and wife were notified
That they must begin to modify.
The Lord with angst cut down his trees
And to land and title said good bye.
In that far off forgotten land
If you walk along the paths of stone
You see the hedge enclosing home
But wife inside resides alone.
"Enough" he said as he departed.
His dream lives on to start anew
To seek another land, another title?
Surely, there is more to come and to do.
*~ Not the End... Only the beginning. ~*
(Thanks to my mentor, my muse, my editor and my best friend
for all the help he gives me everyday in everyway.)
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At first it seems a sad tale - of a man walking in his own sorrow. Then, I understood that he did not walk away from losses; he walked toward new opportunity.
Sometimes we look back too much longing for what was rather than eagerly anticipating what will be. But mostly we should concentrate on what is at this moment at this place. Happiness is not in the past, nor in the future. We are in happiness at all times and in all places. We need only recognize it and take it to us.
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