A Place of Solace
That old Tree There was an old tree in our yard growing up it sat alone in a corner for all to see. I used to sit in that tree and dream beauty of dreams That tree was old, as years gone by though was not frail, standing strong that tree was tall as it reached the sky and lived through time long. In that tree I felt safe, at peace. Even through changing years that tree does never cease in my heart that tree appears. In the winter it would shelter the rain. In the summer shade the rays, and during autumn days the garden would flood with red, brown, and gold and come the spring, flower buds shall blossom again. That old tree, with all it gives shelters the rain, shines and shades falls, then blossoms again. That tree is a tree where friendship lives. Kristy Holtum Eight has been a tough age so far. A struggle between being independent and still needing help for a few things. There has been crying, hugging, laughing, more crying, snuggling, moments of annoyance for everyone and a whole ...