Under the shade of the old oak tree Jafta sit
and his mind wanders back as he reflects on his life
while the sun sets in the west.
He is overcome with sorrow to braking point,
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Thank you for the tender, beautiful look, at a life lived....I have long felt a connection with the majesty of trees, and their unspoken compassion. This was a lovely write..I invite you to explore my poems as well. PEACE
A rich reflective river that reminds us of our mortality. Well done my friend!