abigail_and_bean

you?

the end,

the hope,

the forgotten?

yes, child, 

i know you.

you?

the lost,

the love,

the pain?

you, 

the light at the end of the tunnel?

yes, i know you.

Standing in line

For your bags to be checked

Sitting around

For the plane to come

Shuffling in the plane…

You open your eyes.

Beauty.

A giant resort,

Surrounded by trees.

I am the Knowing Tree. I see all. I know all. 

I see the humans.

I was once a human. 
Now I am not.

It’s probably a good thing, though.

Humans are complex. 
Emotions rambling and jumping around.

The talking. The low hum of the trout tank. A few quiet people, me included. The sounds of people being scolded for their behavior at school. The cracking as I crack my fingers. The clickity-clacking of the keys on the keyboard. 

You want to know what I fear? I fear change. Change comes and goes and leaves things different than they once were. Some change is good, while some is malevolent. Change kills and creates.