For a long time they've stood in place- silently still, wearing a clever face. Twisted fingers reach and cross, delivering goods from under the moss. Comfy homes for gnomes and fairies- a place, perhaps, where you might find cherries. A shadowy shade that whispers stories, secrets about fortunes and tell- tale glories. A bark with no bite, these things of old- stonily sturdy; weather hot or cold. They fall in a circle, turning green, brown, or red, then hide in their sleep- so you'd think they were dead. But alas, there's a few still rooted in magic- to lose them to whimsy would surly be tragic. Remember this rhyme when you're standing below, look up at once, and then you'll know.
What am I referring to?
Answer: Ancient ( possibly magical) Trees ( Old Growth Forests : )
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Trees always seem like magic to me. I love taking their pictures. :)
ReplyDeleteHi M Pax, Me too! They are very wise, not to mention magical- and peaceful : ) ~ F
DeleteWell I knew it was either a toadstool or a tree. I guess I should have paid more attention to your picture clue.
ReplyDeleteHi Petty, Thanks for stopping by! We love hearing your guesses : ) ~ F
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