Trees get wrinkles:
And blemishes:
And growths:
There’s beauty, too:
Trees age with grace.
I hope I do, too.
On turning forty-four
twenty-one words
(tales from the birdgirl)
(tales from the birdgirl)
Trees get wrinkles:
And blemishes:
And growths:
There’s beauty, too:
Trees age with grace.
I hope I do, too.
Great idea, Birdgirl, and beautifully illustrated. As for the graceful ageing, you do; you will!
Aww, shucks, thanks!