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Thursday, April 10, 2008

Reminiscence

The fields shine brilliantly as the sun reflects off the water droplets that lie on each blade of grass. As far as you can see, the sun's beams break through the mass of dark clouds that brought the storm. The air is cool as a soft breeze makes its way across the fields, giving them the look of an ocean as the grass moves with the wind and the light bouncing off of the water.

At the edge of a forest, there lies a tree fallen with age. Atop the tree sits an old wise man who leans on a staff as he watches the fields before him. His hair and beard have turned white and his skin hangs loosely about him giving him the look of being blown over by the tiniest gust of wind.

He sits there, contemplating his life and the life around him. He looks out across the fields, reminiscing about times past. In his memories he can remember children playing laughing and playing all day long among the tall grasses. He also remembers the battles that have been fought and the lives lost. He has lived a long life, seen many seasons come and go, seen children grow up and have children and then those children having children of their own. He reaches down to place his weathered hand upon the fallen tree. He can still feel the life there. It is not as strong as it had once been, but it was still there.

Another breeze sweeps across the fields making the grass move like the waves towards the forest where the wise man sits. There, upon the fallen tree, the wise man looks out one last time on the place that he remembers and he smiles as one last breath escapes his lips and his eyes close.

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