I’ve recently decided that I don’t mind being underappreciated. I did for many years, but as I near the end of my days I realized that there wasn’t much that I could do about it considering I can’t ever really move from where I had been firmly planted in life. Myself along with my family are the reason that everybody can live their life the way that they want too. Whatever way that may be. And over the years I have grown to love the people who don’t realize they should love me. The things that I’ve seen have become rewarding enough. To be there to witness the purity of friends sitting all around me bike sprawled in every which way just sitting eager to be accomplices on the next great adventure of their adolescent tenure, it was beautiful because I always loved kids the way that even as I stand stagnant they could create whole worlds from within me, and how I saw the fear fade from their eyes when they realized that I was there for them even if they fell it never kept them away because they didn’t know enough to be scared. Which is truly a blessing. I have witnessed the greatest love stories of all time, or just some time, initials and names forever etched in my body by people that couldn’t ever imagine feeling a stronger bond to someone than they do in that moment. And I got to be a part of that. I have seen many people come and go in my time and many lessons have been learned, naturally I can’t share them with anybody because we don’t usually talk, not in the traditional way anyways. But sometimes the way that I sway, the way that my leaves don’t grow back as voluptuously as they once had, people will pay homage to me. Not even realize that they’re actively reaping the benefits of just my life. But I’ve learned that as much life as I’ve given them, they’ve given me tenfold, because what is life without love, or adventure? I’m sure my time now is near and as I near that end I just wanted to reflect because I wouldn’t want any of my family to not realize that moments that make what we do worthwhile until they become fond memories. So it is a farewell, from the mighty fort, and the many “our spot” ‘s that I’ve been.
Forever yours
The Once Great Oak Tree
Caught in the Webb 