You catch the smell of smoke as you venture into the garden this time.
Something is wrong.
Stepping over fallen branches and cutting a path through the dangling vines,
you eventually find the cobblestone path as its hard surface contacts your bare feet.
The great tree, giver of all life, is on fire!
You mourn for the tree, crying out in angst... the tree burns to the ground.
But alas, in the place of the burnt tree a new tree of pure white grows through the ashes.
It is a new beginning.
Click on the tree to go to the bands new name and site - rusticpoets.tripod.com
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