Please
Two students pass each other on the road
to Szechuan Province. One is dressed in flowing
saffron robes while the other
carries a homely, gnarled walking stick.
They do not know each other.
Yet as they near, the first bows to the second.
Thinking to be polite, the second bows in return.
The students continue on until they become
old men, whithered and creaking,
and each bowing in turn, grow gnarled and twisted into
cherry trees. Each summer,
as the flowers blossom,
they float down almost as if to say “I insist”
What a fantastic tale! I could really feel the imagery – the photograph is wonderful, too!
Thanks rambler! For birds though, it couldn’t be as enticing as your bread.
This is beautiful! Freaking awesome! x
And I agree! I just knew I was once human. I just KNEW it!
Cheerz, UT
Thanks uncle. I would have loved to use your picture for this post as well, though I made a promise to another treeling.
Oh that’s just beautiful! Love the photograph too. Thanks for visiting my blog
I can’t help but check out a site that holds the world in its hands. Very cool.
lol Thanks, I do try to find the best pics
Politesse as the secret to immortality? Oh my goodness, I am overjoyed!
(jk, great post, beautiful writing.)
Thank you,
~ Lily
Thanks Lily. I just assume mean folk don’t want to live forever.